The Spinning Top

There works a little girl
In a greasy, old teashop
With pain and grief in her heart
All she does is clean, serve and mop
On day break by the gate
She saw others and cursed her depressed fate
She saw children play
Play, play, and play
She saw children read
Read, read, and read
She eyed them and wept
Wept, wept, and wept
Cause all she does is work
Work, work and work
Then to play with a top she left her work
And got a slap and a push to get back to work
With tears overwhelming in her eyes
She looked at the top in her hand
And spun it to the ground as if spinning her life
To see it spin on the land
With tears now rolling down her cheek
She cursed herself for being so meek
But all she did was watch
Watch, watch, and watch
As the top spun round
Round, round, and round