No one will hear of her
or remember her name.
No she’ll not wear a medallion,
or see her picture in the hall of fame.
Inez wanted to save the world
in the prime time of her life,
never taking the time to
become a good man’s wife.
Standing up against war,
sharing her words of brutal pain,
well time waits for no one in the
aftermath of the rain.
Years have gone by as she
sits there alone, she sighs, she cries
she shares no man’s throne.
It seems the world has taken
a step backwards you see,
oh yes, one maybe two,
Inez didn’t save the world
as she set out to do.
Her life has passed her by,
her prime, long since gone away.
A tear falls, yes Inez will cry.,
through the night, sometimes
through the day.
Family members surround her,
It’s the only thing they can do
But no children to comfort her,
In her twilight years of blue.
Inez won’t be remembered by
the mass of society, but her
purpose shone bright for Father
God to brilliantly see.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: May 19/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem