FOR NANCY
Most times it’s difficult to tell
But sometimes it’s impossible not to tell
If others over you fell
Then I wonder why we yell
Though cased in a fleshy shell
You have the grace to excel
And be ranked Jehovah’s pearl*
Only if His will, you do well
You may assume this as another yell
But if you always keep from the path of hell
Your worth, like hot cake will sell
When it does, remember I did tell