I now,need nothing to adorn
Youth and middle age is gone
Everything’s fine in this, gown
wreath me with an aging crown !
Solemn were my ernest prayers
Perhaps it lacked some fervor
Reasons why it gave no cures
Left me in drowned in chores!
When will YE come to rescue ?
Pleas at YOUR door are not few
My woes perhaps didn’t beauties sew
So are abandoned as they grew!
Open your door and pick me up
Hold it warm in your caring cup
As your fairies enfold gifts of love
Let your magic fall into my trough!