SHADOW LAND LADY

She is real - but not really
She belongs - but not quite 
Has a man - but then only
At night. 

She can feel - but not fully
Dwells rarely on pride
Not alone - but she's lonely 
Inside.

She's a shadow land lady
Lives well - but she lives 
On the baubles and crumbs 
That a married man gives
And she thinks she is winning
Doesn't know she has lost
Till the day comes to add up
The cost.

She's a cute decoration
A small porcelain doll
And she lives like a taxi -
On call.

She's secure - but unsurely
Has a house - but no home
At his whim, she will wind up 
Alone.

She's a shadow land lady
Living only at night
She can stay - if she stays
Out of sight.

And the clock keeps on ticking 
Days keep moving along
Soon her youth and her life
Will be gone.