A Faded Rose

A Faded Rose
　
What will she do when her looks are gone and she is all alone
Will she stay at home and no longer answer the telephone
　
They say that beauty is merely skin deep
But she’s got promises of her youth to keep
　
Someone used to love with her both heart and soul
She’ll tries hard not to allow her age to take it’s toll
　
Her broken heart now lays tied in knots
No longer certain of all of the gifts she’s got
　
Her life has become a highway sprawled out in front of her
But her tender heart always remains giving and pure
　
Her ever lonely heart still longs to roam
She’ll wander for miles before coming home
　
She gazes into her bedroom mirror only to see
The mirrored evidence of her now faded beauty
　
She remembers when she was the belle of the ball
A beautiful summer rose who was revered by all
　
Her wrinkles mark the aging sands of time
She looks for answers and she awaits a sign
　
Her aging fragile heart now made of glass
Trapped by the fleeting memories of the past
　
Only memories get her through each passing night
She wishes she could reach out and walk into the light
　
She prayers for hope and answers from a spirit guide
She would like to fulfill her destiny but her hands are tied
　
For now she will rely on the comfort of the drink
As further inside of herself she slowy sinks
　
Once a beautiful rose who was admired by one and all
But with the sands of time comes her sorrowful fall
　
　
By Gary Edward Allen 2018 ©