'Passe' by Sand Tucker
Passe
Now that the ebbing tide has caught my life
Dragging it ever faster to its end
Now that I am no living man's goodwife
And have no children to whom to attend
I have no purpose left to need my hand
No niche to fill, no dire necessity
Leaving one set of footprints in the sand
Affecting naught, outpaced my destiny
Cooking and laundry is light for just me
Dodging spiders, who'd weave me a cocoon
In which to wait for something I can't see
Governed by neither day's eye nor by moon
Not so much clinging as floating along
Nothing to show I'm present but my song
SMT 04/04/2013
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