A SAD STORY...
told by "B"
I once had a love, Youth, was the name,
Together we embraced Life as it came.
I thought Youth was mine for eternity,
But 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,
And couldn't 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 of ME!
The next thing she tried, just made me grin.
She took the hair off Youth's head,and stuck it 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 my 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
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