A Woman's Prayer
Oh Unknown Source of Influences
Heed as I lay down defenses
A vicious prankster yes thou art
Has me lamenting in my heart
But ask I that you grant me grace
To help accept my aging face
For daily toil that brings a scowl
It only adds to sagging jowls
The belly once as flat as earth
Has lasting pouch from childbirth
And even if I exercise
I cannot seem to downsize thighs
And should I learn to live with flaws
There’s still impending menopause
The loads we bear seem not to end
So you up there, are we not friends?
We’ve done enough, more than our share
Don't we look weary from up there?
I fear you think this just a joke
Instead of awe for women folk
I’ve creeping feeling no one’s there
Or at the least who gives a care
So cry we do to empty skies
‘Cause no one’s listening, no surprise!
We won’t be shoved to back of shelf
We’ll take care of things by ourselves!