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Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.
Who, unresisting or not, lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you"re thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, your're not looking at me.

I"ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I move at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I am a small child of ten with a Father and Mother,
Brothers and Sisters who love one another.

A young girl at sixteen with wings at her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a new lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promise to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure and happy home?
A woman at thirty, my young grow so fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty my young now will soon be gone,
But my man stands beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me; my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder and dread,
For my young are all busy rearing young of their own
And I think of the years and the love I have known.

I'm an old lady now and nature is cruel
'Tis her jest to make age look a fool?
The body it crumbles,grace and vigor depart,
And now there is stone, where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life all over again.