Not for a Man


A wonderful poem shared by a talented writer.

Brigid Faye, Reader

The rain slips me away

Into another day.

Another day waiting,

Another day pining.

Not for a man,

But that my skills

May be in demand.

Not for a man,

But that the government

May give me a hand.

Not for a man,

But that my university

May decide that I live in their land.

Another day waiting.

Another day playing.

Giving my child the endless summer

She never had.

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