Spoiled little rich girls feed fat
lazy geese.
Dust from feathers and pigtails collects at my feet.
And a long-wedded couple,
each others' antique, cling
rusted together with no need to speak.
Bored with the geese the girls tumble
and turn.
I gather the dust to collect in an urn.
And the long-wedded couple,
thought time worn and burned must
linger still longer, so much more to learn.
Playtime now over the girls run
home fast
But they've no need to hurry, their future is vast.
And the long-wedded couple
together will last. But
My dust has been gatheres: my time here
has passed.
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