She was a proud woman...

proud of being a sucker.

She slaved away into greydom...

cheated of her dreams.

She was called a fool...

and laughed at behind her back.

She was a proud woman...

proud of her pleasure.

She endlessly served...

all those about her.

She got nothing...

and was never disillusioned.

She was always poor...

and never bitter.

She was indeed a proud woman...

proud to be chosen.

She was indeed long ago removed...

and forgotten.

She never had the things...

her old friends were busy collecting.

She never had respect...

from those she slaved to help.

She was a clever little bird...

to leave herself behind.

There never was a proud woman...

such a lucky find.

 

I saw a man upon a cross
   Michael's Poems