"how men get so blind
for didn't see the vein of gold
they leave behind"
not so attractive, not so pretty,
nor much wealth,
she passed unnoticed - by love- but with pity,
all but time; the thief of youth lord,
how pity no one ,who quickly have sore,
leaving her, in the same mold,
without a memory ,without a story to be told
nor experience of what will come,
of agony nights anguish,
or cruel winter languish..
just unseen wrinkles woven,
and tear into the eyes, frozen.
she sits by me, nodding...
a song of loneliness,
and I, unwilling, helpless,
keep watching her sinking fire,
while she suffers herself to be desired,
searching into the faces and the eyes
for any chance of love, or to be admired.
day by day time keeps steals a way
she smiles..but inside she's terrified
she go on living with the fear
that she ,unknown- alone- she going to die
with lips that are dry
and a heart that's never been held,
All the dreams of love- kids- and home
have gone by now and expelled,
and left her here, alone in the cold,
the cold of reality,
that's all strangely focused:
on her getting old
and hopes that were ones gleams,
are now fading so soon,
and every day ends,
in the same dark and lonely room,
and all humanity are sleep,
while she weeps, while she weeps |
Submission Name: The vein of gold
