Penelope

Try to suspend, your lifetime of gain, eking out a stipend, who will enjoy that gift, down sinful lanes, every time you whisper, beneath the sky's rend, all fires give way, more than any dividend, washed by the cliffs, sheltered by rain, you need a spirit lift, chained to their ends, let other mistake, all what love pretends, please just listen, each has their say, your eyes may glisten, get clearer today.