She read the funny papers,
hoping for a clue
and filled her cup
with iced tea.
The birds sang,
'Too late for you!
Too late for you!'
She colored her hair
and it came out black
(even though it was the same
stuff what turned her hair
red-brown before)
but that was alright -
today was a different day
in a different month
and who knew
what would happen next?
It was her time to go
her time to stay
her time to go.
She guessed
she would just drink the iced tea.
The melting ice
jingled
in the bottom of the cup
and it was good.