Rosie's Rings
Each finger bears a story
Each ring a tale to tell
Rosie’s many lovers
Who won her heart and failed
Each man has left a token
Behind to give remind
One soul can love somebody
How many?
No one decides
Rosie wears her rings each day
For all the world to see
Spectators often marvel
Amazed at what they see
But little does each gawker know
The stories each ring can tell
But life for loving Rosie
Is a life that’s been through hell
Her body racked with pain
From battles often fought
Most men would beat her senseless
Claiming love is what they taught
In sorrow they would buy a ring
And place it on her finger
Her clothes would hide the scars
That so often seems to linger
God bless the soul and Rosie’s rings
A hell of a price to pay
Each day she flaunts them proudly
She’s proud of what they say
But came the day too soon too fast
When one will end her pain
No ring to fit her finger
For now she’s in her grave
Amazing what a band of gold
Can do to win one over
Rosie paid the ultimate price
No ring to fit her finger
A lesson can be learned my friend
Money buys no love
Just remember the life of Rose
And the rings around her fingers
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