Woman’s Day Eh?

It’s Woman’s Day You Say? It’s Woman’s Day you say? But I have utensils to wash and stack away. Work to do, No time to feel the dew. What am I supposed to celebrate? I am not going on a date! I am told, Woman’s Day is to rejoice But, poor deprived little girls have no toys, Tender soft childish palms Are not playing, they are asking for alms. Every year this day comes and goes. Nothing changes. There are friends and there are foes. Women succeed where men fail. Like always, the woman’s ship has set sail. Yet, the … Continue reading Woman’s Day Eh?