The truth of the catwalk of life,
seemingly forever changing;
in reality always remains the same;
and the grief of a stricken soul,
when old-age strikes,
mercilessly takes its toll;
for there once was a day
when we, too, were young -
yet time unfolds its human woe;
the likeness of a goddess
we might yet have, if only
we were born in recent times;
but men forsake our inner-selves
for youth and flagrant vanity;
oh! those gods of superficiality!









18 old applause
