Seventy

You're never a girl, that curses and blasts, your mind in a whirl, face like a stone, it's best you look now, not worth going home, won't wear silken furls, for men who feel trapped, permaanent as pearls, they ring you like ghosts, first to collapse, knowing life is your own, your head doesn't twirl, a scarf worn for mass, you go downstairs, they beg at your post, drink wine aghast, ask what you like most, turn that flame down, you cook with gas, you're never that girl, who figures it last.