Rosie's Rings

Each finger bears a story Each ring a tale to tell Rosie’s many lovers Who won her heart and failed Each man has left a token Behind to give remind One soul can love somebody How many? No one decides Rosie wears her rings each day For all the world to see Spectators often marvel Amazed at what they see But little does each gawker know The stories each ring can tell But life for loving Rosie Is a life that’s been through hell Her body racked with pain From battles often fought Most men would beat her senseless Claiming love is what they taught In sorrow they would buy a ring And place it on her finger Her clothes would hide the scars That so often seems to linger God bless the soul and Rosie’s rings A hell of a price to pay Each day she flaunts them proudly She’s proud of what they say But came the day too soon too fast When one will end her pain No ring to fit her finger For now she’s in her grave Amazing what a band of gold Can do to win one over Rosie paid the ultimate price No ring to fit her finger A lesson can be learned my friend Money buys no love Just remember the life of Rose And the rings around her fingers