Mrs. Green

Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile
Of all that once could have been instead of what is now
How does it even feel, you’re no longer Madame Butterfly
Yesterday operas have quickly passed you by
Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver
Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all
Volumes of photographs held in your Einsenhower hands
Newer world intellect could never understand
You tore yourself apart all for the neighborhood and kids
And never forgave yourself for acting as you did
Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver
Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all
Where is your family and why did they lock you up inside
And what will they talk about after you have died
Who scared the birds away by lining the nest with demands
And using the iron first but not a helping hand
Mrs. Green, you’re older but you’re really no more cleaver
Things that you were thinking I am thinking I will never think at all
Mrs. Green I know you’re not as happy as you can be
As you watch my new leaf turn, you’re turning green with envy over me