un trés vieux poème

A Girl I Know

A girl I know
A friend of mine
Has to glow
Has to shine

Perfection being
Her only aim
Does she want fortune?
Does she want fame?

Her accomplishments can
She never disclose
Why? you may ask
Heaven knows

Despite all that
She doesn't look her part
With messy hair
Like messed-up art

Never at home
And always late
Reasonable excuses
She can never create

Still she walks
With her feet in the sky
No wonder, you think
She reaches so high

Going forever ahead
And conquering time
Is this girl I know
A friend of mine

© Mehreen (2000?)