My name is Linda Bella;
my father calls me Belle.
I used to be his little girl,
but how my size did swell!
Poor Mary, my neighbor.
She cries all the time
because her husband,
John, just passed away.
Fifteen means one, and we've begun.
Thirty means two; how's that strike you?
Forty means three; you still with me?
We walked along the dusty trail,
no shoes upon our feet.
Hot summer day.
I have tried to think what I should do,
and have thought many hours, it is true.
I have searched a great deal
from my head to my heel,
What's a flat-chested girl supposed to do
when she wants to look good
for the senior prom?
is who I am.
I like this name because
it is palindromic, like me.
The old hag in the mirror
tells me that all's not fine,
while I insist with all my heart
I'm only twenty-nine.
I want to stay forever, but I can't;
to this old world we all must bid goodbye.
It does no good to sit and rave and rant,
nor try to understand the reason why.