Every Pretty Woman

Every pretty woman that catches your eyes
you point out to me . . .
as if I can’t see.
Why does it seem your memory fades as you age?
Don’t you remember
that once I was her?
Can’t you see what a fool you’re making of you, me?
A pretty young thing
pops up ev’ry spring.
Every pretty woman has places to go
and people to meet.
She hears each heart beat
but maybe already she’s a mind of her own.
She doesn’t want you . . .
though sometimes I do.
If I could turn back the clock, be young and pretty
how would I see you?
I’d chose someone who
years from now could still see me a pretty woman.
Two aged together
is surely better
than having to weather passing pretty women.
A true compliment
is love’s component.
Look but appreciate the one who is your mate.

copyright 2002 art/poem Sandra S. Corona
"A Touch of the West"