People paid money to see you wiggle
But you were much more than you ever let on
Not a dumb broad with a lovely giggle
Now only your friends know, now that you’re gone.
You came from an orphanage, never had kin
Or lovers like Friends; you were cuddled and conned.
You entered Olympics where no one can win
Learnt it’s better to lose as a pretty young blonde.
You had many lovers; they all took your looks
Men who were artists or heros or clever.
They talk of your beauty and anguish in books
Though few stayed the morning or even forever.
Some say you were shallow, unstable and wild
Though you valued fine poetry, wanted to act.
You loved simple things; you wanted a child
You were gifted with charity, humor and tact.
Those who don’t live never pay for their life
Or Maybe they do; their wages are air.
No one can judge you as woman or wife
When the life that you’ve lived is daring and rare.
