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The skeletal hand of destiny chalks another
Mark; another year on the blackboard of
Her life; one more year of crushed dreams.
This slave girl will not celebrate today.
Any joyous feelings in this world were long
Ago depleted by the incessant drip of domestic
Drudgery and servitude to her Roman owners.
Pulling the newest batch of bread from
The flames of her oven; her face a sea of sweat,
She stares out of the misted window and
Sighs again in silent despair.
As the noble young couple stroll by, entranced in
Each other’s eyes;
Even the warmth of love is denied to this girl. |
