Two Old Women
Two old women
The old woman who lived in a high heeled shoe
Had several rooms for the slaves she drove.
When they itched to run away
She warned: Had Cindr’lla returned
She wouldn’t be a Princess
So they stayed and slogged.
Her old and smiling friend didn’t live in a
shoe
She had strange antennae, longer than any
butterfly
Rooted in her heart.
Wherever she went
They sniffed air to tell her
Peace or Acrimony, Love or Rancor
Quarrel or kisses, whatever in between
That would upset her very much
Till a fairy told her
You were not sent to take trouble to heart
Ruminate, but not absorb,
Say what should be said
Issues resolve themselves
You were sent to smile
Hug and spread cheer only.
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