as always, using their fragility
as an excuse to catch her breath
it seemed they gathered more figurines
vases and silver bells and useless things
every year and the dusting stretched
longer and longer every monday
but then tomorrow was tuesday
and scrubbing the marble floors was easiest
by far with her new brush that twirled for her
all she had to do was guide it
of course there was still the three floors of it
and the carpets to beat
but it was the simplest by far
not much longer till then she sighed
and then the bells began
one after another with their rushing rings
pushing her up and along the hall
to see what it was they wanted again
last time they rung this loud it was a crown
with a prince thrown in
but that was half a lifetime ago
Cinderella set the slippers down again
they were far too fragile to dance in
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