She was born in upscale New York
With both a silver spoon and fork.
They called her Careful for their fears,
Already old beyond her years.
Nannies guarded her day and night,
Her parents viewed every scratch and sniffle with fright.
Only the best private schools would do,
Their daughter must never view.
The filth and poverty of ordinary life,
The crime, disease and misery that is so rife.
So she was sheltered from all harm,
Grew up hidden from the farm.
The garden of earthly delights,
The world with all its wonderful sights.
Its smells and daily rites of passage.
Passing on the ancient message.
Instead, like a queen,
Careful had a coming out.
A debutante she was,
Of that there was no doubt.
Exclusive schools and social rule,
Defined her life from then on.
Careful carefully cut away all doubt,
And carefully shut many suitors out.
Until all her assets had been spent.
There was no going back to where they went.
Careful carefully watched her nights and days,
And lived her life in careful ways.
Never letting anyone in.
She was surely free from sin.
As time passed Careful grew old,
Her parents died and left her cold.
Carefully she closed the doors and withdrew within,
A spinster that was free from sin.
And died alone.