Workth

The girl she is a woman

She remembers days long gone

When she got herself all ready

And put on her sexy thong

She thinks of all the men she met

The good, the bad, and some

Who would tell her how in love they were

And how she was the one

She thought of all the good times

The bad she didn't ponder

She got herself past all of that

And went on to go and wander

She's left the working life but has

Affection for the trade

She won't forget the salve it brought

How her confidence it made

She never was the hottest one

She felt she was quite plain

But the result of her experiment

Was a constant, burning flame

A knowledge of inherent worth

Recognition of a style

An ability to give something

Not losing, all the while

She thinks of favourite clients

And her best times in the job

She thanks herself for being wise

Not self-righteous snob

Whenever she remembers

She has to first acknowledge

That she chose the life she lived back then

And she carries little baggage

She's better for the experience

Though some will judge and frown

They moralise and condescend

But she is better now