Born of a Pauper little maiden fair.
Drank of many spirits and did not care.
Life is for adventure, life is for living.
She'll not succumb to a fools misgivings.
Tattered rags with holes worn through.
Nothing left for the young lass to do.
Ride the storm as long as she can.
Life took her best thing when it took her man.
Aimlessly she wandered life so relentless.
Roads traveled were long, she gave it her best.
Copyright © Judy Riley | Year Posted 2013