Yin and Yang

Once belle, but now a lower rung,
She's staring at the debutantes,
And longing for her golden days.
I find she's growing short with me.
“They're really not so fine, you know,
And you, at least, should close your
Mouth. You're coarse.” I smile.
“Do not frown. You're still my
Love, and lovely still.” She lights
Up slightly. “Oh, you lie.” “No;
That's the truth to me.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-05-20 at 21:28

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