She grew up at a time of war
To this day, she tries to be prudent, but ending wasteful
Save this food for tomorrow's lunch
Come the morrow, she wants another.
Lost her parents early
Extended family lent a guiding hand
But never replaced the void
She chooses changes she can tolerate, taking what she likes
And avoiding what she refuses to understand.
She's physically fragile but sharp in other means
She never criticizes openly, she's holding back
Unless, the reasons never consistent
She takes the time that belongs to someone
She rattles her stuff, nobody pays attention.
She wants to be comfortable but does not look out for herself
She doesn't realize they, who love her, subsidize
Although lacking of sleep and patience
They are now tired of extravagance.
