Sharing a poem today written by Nora M. Parker.

The Aging of the Shrew

I remember when you were young
Nothing could stop the chorus song
            Of your refrain from truth.

Now you’re an abandoned bride
Old but not necessarily wise.
The script you rehearsed line by line
                   No longer applies.

A Matron saint with no one to ordain
Your time has come to
                        Leave it undone.

 Admit your wrongs, imbibe your sins
 With one last kiss
			    Dead from within.

-NMP

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