Every now and then when the weight of my gilded finery,
Turns to be much more than millinery and be excessively weighty to bear ,
I steal away and bow and confide my all my care,
To one who can ease all the complexities of my affairs and hear my cries,
In ease do I then arise,
He then assures me that my step does not falter,
For a fate that I cannot alter.
