Unloved And Unclaimed

There were no loved one to weep over her

Not a tear did I see shed

For the lady they pulled from that muddy old river

No one ever came to claim their dead

She lay on the cold marble slab at the marque

Thousands viewed her but none knew her name

They will lay her to rest in Potter's Field tomorrow

She will lay there unloved and unclaimed

Inside the purse that she clutched in her hand

A note written, 'Blame no one but me'

As I looked in her faced I couldn't help but think

What a poor wicked place this world can be