She looked down <br />her turned up nose <br /> <br />at him <br />always thought <br /> <br />she married beneath her <br /> <br />her life <br />sold for a song <br /> <br />(TORNA A SORRIENTO) <br /> <br />Her dreams gone <br />to rack & ruin <br /> <br />all for the promise of being <br />Mrs. Somebody <br /> <br />the excitement of a wedding <br />ring. <br /> <br />Her life ending here <br />an old empty cliché.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clich-d-clich/
