Poem # 11: Worthwhile Trip Living Beside Death

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Part 1

They say death is a scary thing.

When it comes, you have no idea what it brings.

Thats why live your everyday to the fullest,

Treat every guest with your nicest.

A life full of sorrows, thou shall not have it;

'Cuz even for a person like me, there's still a fated person to meet

But before it happened, my life's thread was cut off.

Still, in the Earth my soul wandered off

In front of my lifeless body on the soil so soft.

Twas painted in red, where which I lay in the loft.

Days passed and I lingered 'round my grave;

I've got no one to express a mourn or a rave.

Well, that's always to be expected.

Great, my past actions reflected.

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Ten years ago
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When I was sixteen, we lived at Rome

Along with my mother who's bedridden at home.

I forced myself to work to the bone

But an eleven year old boy told me to watch my tone.

It turned out he was the son of my boss at work,

When I heard that, my ears began to perk.

"Darn, I can't go against him", I thought;

Or else my hard work will come to naught.

Man, he was strict you see,

His every command was directed at me.

Dressing, cooking, sewing, serving,

When eating, he always asks for a heaping.

I forgot to tell you this, my name is Maire Tinn,

I'm now a maid in the family of Caerlainne.

My boss has some wealth but is kind to me,

Though his son named Tyr is acting brattily.

He started to not like ladies,

For his mother died in her late thirties.

Now back to my story, I somewhat held on

I worked seven years in the family, full of passion.

Though in my master's eyes, I'm still somewhat a nonexistent person,

He has been kind lately for no certain reason.

I guess seven years of pursuing finally bore fruit,

His reactions now are somewhat cute.

Thanks to my boss, my mother was treated,

She is now also serving the family saying no pay is needed.

But it's true, when I began working for them, we never got hungry again;

We even got new clothes, now I look like a proper maiden.

One random day, when my master reached home,

Bruises and cuts on his skin was worn.

It turns out he was beaten by some thugs,

So I calmed him down and gave him some stroking and hugs.

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