Silver Lady - Annett Louisan

The lady who works at the silver store

Is polishing cases of glass

She brushes black velvet

Straightens still more

And waits while the people all pass

The lady who works at the silver store

Is gazing out onto the street

Her heels on thick carpet

Her eyes on the poor

As the balance on fragile feet

Jewelry from Arabia and African lands

The riches of Asian and Mexican hands

They will dazzle the hearts of the merchants of dreams

And bond so much more than they seem

The lady who works at the silver store

Unmoved by the world out there

Some sell her their lives

Some buy her dreams

While everyone longs for her care