Such A Willow Poem by Little Star

The clock struck twelve noon
A signal to leave one’s work
Lunch break is yummy good
Everybody stirred away for food

My appetite complained
That I should stop working
They called hey you’re a workaholic
Heroes have claimed their solemn pick

I only smiled, said nothing
I kept on working, time consuming
I could hear the clock beating
I could hear my tummy ticking

Nobody knew I lied
Denying myself to take a bite
I should save the penny for a ride
To take me back home for the night

Nobody knew I cried inside
But it was something I should hide
Damn this sinful pride
The dreadful truth once lavished, now deprived

Being a widow is such a willow
With flowers glow, but without petals to show
Had to stretch long branches to hold
More tomorrows for my children to grow