Her worn hands were tired
And so was her weary mind
She spent her days working
For the spoiled and unkind
Her days were long
And her nights were short
Yet through all the struggles
She remained a good sport
She tried her best
To satisfy every need
Of her rich employer
Who was laden with greed
Through the years
She remained faithful and kind
And everyone missed her
On the day she resigned
She still has not been forgotten
As she was loved for her gentle ways
Seems it’s our character which defines us
Even beyond our earthly days
Written by, Michelle Cook
Poetry prompt: Tired hands and mind.
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