I’ve shaped up to keep myself satisfied.
Now, I know it’s true; no husband, no cry.
I keep it tight for my own gratitude…
Not to win men or sacrifice in feud.
I’m gratefully able to myself hoist…
Over & over til my clothes are moist.
It’s no fine metric; but I can manage.
Pain equals gain?…some stoic old adage.
I don’t like the phrasing; but, truth is blunt.
Pain comes after; it’s only burns up front.

