I see her walking
to work everyday,
a senior sister
in blue, white and grey.
This job is meant to
bring its own reward,
but I know she gets so
damned tired and bored.
True hearts and diamonds
are few and far between.
A knight in shining armour
nowhere to be seen.
Drinking at parties,
Martini with ice,
alone with her share
of sugar and spice.
Once more this morning
she rose with a curse
and picked up her coat,
some keys and a purse.
True hearts and diamonds
are few and far between.
A knight in shining armour
nowhere to be seen.
True hearts and diamonds
are few and far between.
A knight in fine white armour
nowhere to be seen.
Copyright Keith Ames
