The Transient Value of Slaves

It does concern me greatly, to think what might become of thee
when your fingers
eventually callous and can no longer knead the coarse flour for
   your masters daily bread ..
Yes, it does worry me so to think what might become of thee
when your fingers freeze
and you can no longer twist, or weave quickly and so skilfully,
the fine silver thread,
your master desires, for his new blouson and breeches, or the
white cotton sheets you
place daily upon his four poster bed .. It fears me greatly and it
fills me with dread, to think
what shall happen to thee, when he tires of this pretty young
   slave girl like so many before ..