Three Daughters Of King Lear by Gustav Pope
There were three sisters once upon a time:
One sister was as brutal as a fact,
One sister spoke of law and dreamed of crime,
And one had all the heart the others lacked.
There were three girls who served an angry fool:
One kept the peace, one tried to be endearing,
One gave advice that hid her ridicule,
And all three learned the trick of disappearing.
There were three daughters of a lonely queen:
One was the softness that she had to hide,
One was the need that made her feel unclean,
And one the hate that burned her up inside.
Three princesses: one hard, one soft, one shrew;
One warm, one cool, one sly—and all untrue.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells