A friend of mine commented today about the old Tin Pan Alley song, "The Bird in the Gilded Cage" and quoted the chorus. I thought immediately of the young woman who is kept at home by her father and finds no suitors suitable for her, turning them away.
- She's only a bird in a gilded cage,
- A beautiful sight to see,
- You may think she's happy and free from care,
- She's not, though she seems to be,
- 'Tis sad when you think of her wasted life,
- For youth cannot mate with age,
- And her beauty was sold,
- For an old man's gold,
- She's a bird in a gilded cage.
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