A SAD STORY...told by "B"
I once had a love, Youth, was the name,
Together we embraced Life as
I thought Youth was mine for eternity,
Until a stranger
came and stole Youth from me.
We called her Adolescence,but her
real name was Age.
She told us, with her, the world was our stage.
We reveled and played with our new found friend,
believe it would ever end.
She'd been plotting and stealing from me for a while.
But kept me
distracted by her accomplice, Denial.
At first, I thought of her as
one of the folks.
Thought she was funny, and laughed at her jokes.
Once, she followed me to the DMV.
And they photographed her instead
The next thing she tried, just made me grin.
She placed the hair from a man's head smack on my chin!
But then, she started to hide things from me,
And tried to blame it
on poor Memory.
The worst came the day she took Youth from my Face,
And left sad,
old Wrinkles in her place.
Now that wasn't funny and told her to go.
But she just stared back,
mocking me so.
Well, She wasn't my friend, this is the truth,
All the time this
temptress was after sweet Youth.
How could this happen, why didn't I see?
How could she steal
something so precious from me?
Now, Youth has been gone, for quite a while.
But I'm not all alone,
I still have Denial.
by Barbara Marsh