He got his hooks into my bleeding heart
He trapped me with a stone which had no moss
In Plato’s Cave I saw but shadows long
I wondered why I let him be my boss
All my eggs were in one ovary
I had no baskets in my abdomen
More haste has made me backwards in my tasks
I did not know my husband was a man
Innocence prolonged led me astray
The early birds had stolen all the worms
Well, let tomorrow be another day
My utter foolishness has made me squirm
The time for preparation is a need
Not much good has come from haste or speed.
How my heart sings 