She Might Change
She’s always lived there
A small, small town
Where everyone knows her
They fear her anger
That chills the heart
Clutches at their own ire
She worked for me for a while
Doing a good job, always
But never respecting anyone
Always difficult to say the least
She grated on my nerves
Like trickling faucet; on and on
Endlessly irritating with harsh
Words and rough ways
It went on like this for years
Her anger abusing my feelings
Me whispering up a prayer
Hoping something rare
Would happen
She might change
But she would not
Finally, I fired her
And attained relief
I pray for her
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