"Pretty young maiden, for what dost thou pine?” “I wish for a beau whom I may call mine.” “And what shalt thou do if given this treasure?” “I shall give him my heart and love without measure.” Found she her beau and they joined at the altar; Loved him she did without fear or falter. One winter day an offense was spoken; Her pride was hurt, her spirit was broken. She gathered herself and haughtily rose; She went to her rocker and stuck up her nose. She sat with a huff and her chin in the air, Engulfed in her pity in her old rocking chair. Time traveled by as she sat there alone; Her true love forgotten, her heart turned to stone. He asked for forgiveness; she would not but budge; Proclaimed he his love, but she held to her grudge. “What grudge hast thou held to these many Decembers?” The old maid sat silent, for she could not remember. Her love passed away, but pride held her tears; She pitied only herself o’er the years. The old maid lived on and may still be there, Alone and resentful in her old rocking chair.
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