Es ist, was es ist ...

I always saw, I always said
If I were grown and free,
I’d have a gown of reddest red
As fine as you could see,

To wear out walking, sleek and slow,
Upon a summer day,
And there’d be one to see me so
And flip the world away,

And he would be a gallant one,
With stars behind his eyes,
And hair like metal in the sun,
And lips too warm for lies.

I always saw us, gay and good,
High honored in the town,
Now I am grown to womanhood...

I have the silly gown.


(Dorothy Parker)