Sonnet: The Misled Woman

She trod on earth, much slippery and loose;
She walked barefoot on gravel that hurt her;
She did wrong things and appeared like a 'Goose',
She thought life's joy was flying like feather.

She strode in marshy grounds and alien place;
She posed in nudity on unsafe ledge;
She had a glamorous make-up for face;
But soon she found herself on life's own edge.

She breathed foul air and used her flesh to earn;
She ate rich food, quaffed wine, exotic/old;
Her soul to keep pure, never did she learn;
But passed her days, singly in lucre, bold.

But hell broke loose on earth when death came near;
Her ill-earned wealth could not undo her fear.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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