(Poem by Sophia Shapira)
If life would have me live as an old maid
And never find for me a loving mate –
And when my days are done, a quiet fade
As anyone’s concerned might be my fate.
Oh no survivor will I leave behind
Nor anyone to rest my bones beside –
For love will never get around to bind
And therefore I will never be a bride.
If I could only make myself not-care
I would have much more happiness indeed.
But though I’m much improved in how I fare
Love still remains a basic human need.
To thus be single my entire life
A spinster out-of-era, not a wife.
– – Sophia Elizabeth Shapira
– – 2012-05-16