Author Patrick MacGill To market; her feet on the hard road — Not hard as the heart within her! To Mass: and her dark sins a load — The dark and dear little sinner! What will I do with myself Day and daily? Proud you grow while I grow thin, Hard heart and soul of sin, Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments