The old hag

English poems

A story was here told about the hag

Whose face all wrinkled, now so old and gray

With a crooked walk she would make her way

Through the market selling what’s in her bag

The story that was told caused time to lag

Too deep and so sad for the mind to weigh

She worked for a man and kids with no say

Sent the kids through school though struggling with drag

But no one seemed to care what she did great

Even if her life she would sacrifice

One by one, not even minding her state

They left her with nothing to suffice

‘Til now in the market she sits and wait

For her kids to come and bring back old ties

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