She Poem by Morgan Michaels
She
She was a good old gal-
unwed, un-bred,
that, counting her marbles well
and knowing herself worth more dead
than alive
vowed to be useful,
quietly trying
to please her needy nieces
by quietly dying.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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