Not much of a wife to her girlfriend,
Sometimes not much of a friend.
She works all week at the center,
With never no money to lend.
She wishes she had some more patience
She curses and laughs at her fate,
She hopes that the fearing will leave her
As always, before it’s too late.
She works real hard at the center
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem