Anniversary Parvenu

                                                                       
                                     
                                       Hoping to enhance my image,

                                       Old Perfume,
                                       you ask to go.
                                       You're like Grandmother's music box
                                       playing tunes of the twenties.  
                                       I cannot take you with me tonight!
                                       As I dress for the dance,
                                       seeing you through tears,
                                       I remember.
                                       Once you were young and spicy
                                       Like High Heels in my closet-
                                       now just a dollop of memoirs.
                                       There you sit prim with nostalgia,
                                       Prim with pride.
                                       You made your debut-
                                       aroma perfect:
                                       you caught my man of fifty years!
                                       On second thought-
                                       let us reconsider.
                                       You wish to dance?
                                       Come, help us celebrate.
                                       Lend me your last drop,
                                       Brave Girl,
                                       just one more night.