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A Tired Woman's Epitaph
Author Unknown


Here lies a poor woman who always was tired,
for she lived in a house where help wasn’t hired. 
Her last words on earth were: "Dear friends, I am going 
Where washing ain't done, nor sweeping, nor sewing, 
And everything there will be just to my wishes; 
For where they don't eat, there's no washing of dishes. 
I’ll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,
But having no voice, I’ll get clear of the singing.
Don't mourn for me now; don't mourn for me never,
For I'm going to do nothing for ever and ever.

This poem is in the public domain.      

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Yay for anonymous!
Posted 12/28/2015 02:45 PM
Even in this age of convenience, I identify with this speaker completely!
Posted 12/28/2015 01:10 PM
Bit of sad humor.
Posted 12/28/2015 09:51 AM
Marilyn L Taylor:
This sad little poem has been attributed to an English washerwoman named Catherine Allsop who supposedly wrote it just before committing suicide in 1905. But I have a feeling that's a rural urban legend (if there is such a thing.)
Posted 12/28/2015 09:47 AM
Very lovely. I didn't do housework but, worked in a medical center a long, long time to do the best I could for the sick and ailing. My work may still not be finished as I am retired but, I am sure going to eat breakfast out in my favorite diner and talk to my friends forever and ever.
Posted 12/28/2015 09:01 AM
Nailed! Too bad we can't give credit to this classy woman!
Posted 12/28/2015 07:27 AM
I like it! - very much!
Posted 12/28/2015 03:14 AM

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