Your home is a sight to behold
It shines with a thousand lights
And you dress like a super model every day
But you married for wealth, not for love
Though you live in a grand palace
You’re only a dove in a filthy cage.
Neighbors think you’re happy
And free from care,
You’re not, though you seem to be
It’s sad when I think of your wasted life,
For youth cannot mate with age
And your beauty was sold
For an old man’s gold.