There once was a Woman on the Verge

Whose dreams were so bright, they did surge

Untethered by rules

Her friends were her jewels

And together, their hopes would emerge

The Woman on the Verge was named Hope

For president she ran, then for pope

Her heart is what reigned

She couldn't be contained

To capture her there is no rope

A leader, a light and a friend

Not apt to follow a trend

Blazing her own path

Unafraid of the wrath

Oops! She might even offend



Ana Lewis
Founder
WomenotheVerge.net