Isn’t life grand?
It throws some coins your way,
at the end of your hard long day,
while lucky Ms. Cindy or Wendy,
still undecided on Gucci or Fendi,
endless toiling lasting to infinity,
no time for trivial things like beauty,
unless I am done for the day,
drag my weary bones to the hay,
close my eyes to all the chaos,
and start my dreams of being a princess.
Poetry
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