The old maid sat there in the corner
Wishing her history away
Halycon days, of which she'd had plenty
Now steeped in the reek of decay
She'd thought that she'd be immortal
That her beauty would always be there
But now it was her great age and wrinkles
That caused all the young men to stare
So she mused on lost opportunities
As she sat and longed to be dead
But that's not how it works in the real world -
She married an old man instead
©cih11, 23:32, 6th February 2011
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
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- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.