Saturday, March 3, 2012

RAG CLAD WOMAN, By Galeigh Parkin


AN OLD RAG CLAD WOMAN
STOOD BEFORE A COURTROOM CROWD
THE JUDGE ASKED HER A QUESTION,
HER HEAD, WAS LOWLY BOWED.

"IT'S LIKE THIS, YOUR HONOR,"
THE POOR OLD SOUL REPLIED,
"I HAD A SON IN COLLEGE
(YOU SEE, HIS DADDY DIED.")
 
"WELL OF COURSE HE NEEDED MONEY,"
ALTHOUGH THEY CALLED ME "JUST A FOOL,"
"I SOLD MYSELF TO MEN LIKE YOU
JUST TO PUT MY BOY THROUGH SCHOOL."
 
"HE DOES NOT KNOW, HE WILL NEVER KNOW
THAT MY HEAD HANGS, BOWED WITH SHAME,
I WOULD GO THROUGH HELL AND EVEN MORE
BEFORE I WOULD SPOIL HIS NAME."
 
"SO THROW ME IN YOUR JAILHOUSE,
I AM OLD AND A NUISANCE TOO.
BUT I WONDER IF YOUR MOTHER,
WOULD HAVE DONE THE SAME FOR YOU?"






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