Life's Turns - Poem by Hannington Mumo
She once was a gorgeous maid
Around her all fair men stayed;
As her age increased
So her charm diminished,
When she's only forty and six
No man on her his eyes did fix.
When she saw young lasses
Wearing fussy dresses and glasses,
She discovered the crafty life's turns,
And how the gatherer never earns
Despite all his attempts and effort
And the empty seeking of good report!
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