LOST BEAUTY OF LATER LIFE
Oh beautiful woman
Sweating in coldly world of no revisits,
your pride fails your thump chest.
Like a flower sheds in winter,
Your first act betrayed the trestle of tradition Still,
your nurse carried a face of proud shamed
Cradle of matrimony defiled by deceived,
The paths of our customs seems white like snow,
Tongues glued to the jaws of the feast of your bride price,
untruth enraged tied mind,
symptom of sick tradition uncured of bitter truth,
blind it seems to be,
Lips talks,
the heart bear the truth in pains Hew!
Black clothes no longer for mourners,
lost beauty of later life
Like a tale from the Garden of Eden

Stanley E Asia