Sitting Pretty

Sitting Pretty

In a room of gaudy baubles

a life time of memories

piled high around

each one holds her

whispers sweetly in her ear

Stay, stay with us

lose yourself in us

And through the doorway

the stranger watches

the pretty girl

sitting pretty

and the girl looks out

and seeing the stranger

does not think to look beyond

though soon her attention is snatched

from the figure in the door

brought back once more

to the trappings of her room

And the stranger

taking one last look

at the pretty girl

sitting pretty

in her pretty guilded cage

turns and walks away

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

This seems sad to me. Good poem

[Jo Todd]

Thanks, it is kinda sad. Its to do with the prisons with build around ourselves. Im glad you like it.