She stopped and took stock of things around
And to her dismay this is what she found,
Her life so vibrant once upon a time
Now dull and pointless all gone with her prime.
Where did her smile go as it slipped from her face?
To a grave for used up smiles was that the place?
Happiness has now gone and a hollow in its place
Of her earlier life there seems to be no trace.
Her worth diminishes with the passing of time
But she`s still all woman tho` not in her prime,
This doesn`t stop blood coursing through her veins
Her ability to love and be loved still remains.
She feels she is forced to make a retreat
And sit quiet as though she is obsolete,
`Why should she?` I ask, she can still draw breath
And a person with feelings until her death.
So don`t write her off as tho` her worth is gone
Like us she is unique and second to none,
She`s still the person she was tho` older in years
If the roles were reversed you`d have the same fears.
