In Youths cocoon
She wrapped herself tight
Running the gaunlet every night
Everyone loved her
She was the light of the day
In laters years she struggled hard
Her beauty fades
the face is scarred
Now she's second too
all the bright young things
Covered in jewlery perfume & rings
There comes a time
you need to see
that trying to be what was
aint meant to be
this sad old woman
this husk of you
Was beauty the only thing you knew?
She drinks alone
in bitterness
hides all the mirrors
in spitefulness
You have to worship
the leathered face
of humilty
there is no trace.
17/9/2004
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