Poor Ivana Trump
She had it all
And then she dropped the ball
Or so it seemed.
She had come from the hard knocks of the Soviet system
Then a miracle, she qualified to be an athlete
Many don't remember her as an athlete.
Yet she competed at the Junior levels
As a skier at a time when everyone knew how to ski
She made it to the Olympics in Canada
Even though she herself did not compete
She became an instructor for others
How easy life seemed in the past
Just walk away from the angry enemy
Living at your own doorstep
Soviets were a different breed
They were not the Nazis
Out to breed a new race
While eliminating all others
They were the results of too many revolutions
And too few good rulers
They were attempting to make life not unpleasant
But unbearable
For those who did not conform
TO the new Paradise of an authority
Over the entire landscape
Until the day they too fell
Tyranny is hard for many to accept
One woman made it all the way to New York City
She even had her own clothing label
Imagine to be poor
With working parents
And no prospects at all
She even managed to make
It to the wedding of the most eligible bachelor
As the Bride!
How many years she could have worked?
Doing nothing at all
And had a mediocre marriage.
Instead, she went for the big one
They had three children
And a nice business
Which grew into a multimillionaire
assortment of businesses
People used to mock her
At her skills of business
They kept asking her
Over and over again
Did she really run his office?
She did and more.
But one day she found him with another woman
That should have been her end.
Instead, she did what she had to do
She took him to court
And came away as friends
With her former spouse
It kept the business in the family
The kids were happy
To continue on as rich kids
And she did not have to worry about housecleaning skills
Her future was not rosy
But she made teh most of it
With the skills she did have
Which included new friends
New places to stay
And even new men
But in the end she was
The former spouse
Of the President of the United States
Another woman, not the same one
Was the first lady
And she sat back and enjoyed it all
Now a grandmother
And rich herself
She had nothing to worry about
Except that most dreadful of things
The intruder!
One knows when one is present
No matter what the doctors say
One just knows.
She went down the stairs
One step at a time
To her own death.
Having fallen for the oldest trick in the world
The concept of being under threat
Whether or not it is present
And then falling, or fainting
Perhaps the back of her head can tell
If there was in fact someone present
Or if she had finally gotten the message
That the time was up
And he was coming for her life
Only to have no place to go but down
To her grave
Her children will mourn her
And her husband respect her
But it was her own fear
Which drove her down
The stairs to see who had entered
Her paradise in America
Far from the Soviets
And the Canadian slopes.
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