She was the type of girl who wanted it all
The perfect guy, the security of home
Instead what she got was the reality of life
Poverty stricken, wasn't wanted to be a wife
So she took the days as they came
With a shy, crooked smile even through the rain
Kept going about doing her duty the best she could
Time passing by slow and fast as it would
While working she dreamt of that perfect life
Her reality only showing nothing but strife
She envied the ladies on the streets walking by
Who had sun-kissed souls while she slowly died


Comments: 88
A powerful ending to your poem.
Well done, Beth.
Just commenting you back, thanking you for a comment you made on one of my articles or pics! I always pay back the comments!
No one pointed out that you typed "She took the days as the came." - it's so easy to miss those kinds of typos, especially since a lot of spell check programs don't even NOTICE them!
I wanted to point it ou, though, so you could correct it on your archive copy in case you missed it. :)
It's a good thing I know typonese!
I read and write fluent typo, didn't notice that at all.
Marilyn
(Though I can't resist adding: "A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle"--sorry!)
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
Your poetry is so well versed. The last line packs a punch. When one can visualize a poets words, and feel what you have written, you know you have done well.
Thank you Dee, I am so glad you really liked this!