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Wisdom of a Dying Old Woman

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Published: Apr 6, 2011

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_{My day has come and gone.

Once upon a time, I was you --
smooth, soft skin of the fairest variety,
long, slender legs,
sparkling auburn curls cascading down my back
like the fountain from which I would give anything to drink.

Frivolous spending, short skirts and flirty eyes,
they handed life to me on a silver platter,
and I drank the envy of my peers from a golden goblet.

Now I can scarcely look in the mirror
for the monster I have become.
Taut, wrinkled skin and eyes that barely open,
fingers that cannot move
and a body that always aches,
I am my worst nightmare.
I'm no longer slender but rather skin and bones,
covered in warts and spotting with age,
hideous, a dying old crone with no one but herself to blame
for the way that she abused herself
and the world she toyed with in her foolish youthful years,
that has abandoned her now to her fate.

      My day has come and gone.

So, beautiful girl with eyes that burn passionately
for the tight leash on which you hold the world,
take your trickery elsewhere
and do not ask me why I laugh
when our eyes meet,

        for I have been you,
              the object of the entire world's desires,
        the fairest and richest in the land,
the Queen of a new and exciting world,
                and in turn you shall be me,
        empty, lonely, unimportant once you're past your prime,
                 a wrinkled, old lady cast worthlessly aside.

Perhaps long ago I should have considered,
as you should, too,
that the gifts bestowed upon the young
are fleeting,
and not just for play.}