Third Abortion

Grumbling she cried, Wanted was not there still, Why after all was it kept away, Who had interest in denying her, She had made all her efforts to get it, But as yet all had come to naught, Her tears now swelled and spilled, All saw them rolling down her cheeks, With each tear she seemed to say, I deserve that and give me that, She was now crying hoarse, And fell to ground, Nobody could help, She even fainted and passed out, Somebody lifted her, and sent her to her address, saner and at home, she thought that, after all loss was not much, she had aborted, only third time.