Once beauty


My memories reflect an image that was so long ago, a look that captures essences and held its dream in a look,

A moment that held times clock for a second as it took a mans breath away,

A profound once thought that was remember throughout the ages, and yet I said once beauty looking amongst my picture album alone,

As the day’s role by, I set along by a fire place, remembering the loves of my life, none was good enough, and none held me,

I was said waiting for the perfect man, waiting to be loved, as I watched love pass me by,

In words I held once in thought, in a day, that has taken me to here,

An aged woman with gray hair a mirrored look that does not reflect who I once was and an escape back into yesterday,

I consume my wine, so that I may not remember 50’s time, so that I may not remember a fools thought’s. And so that I may not see my looking glass looking back at me,

An hour glass figured, lips to be desired, and a walk that stopped minutes, says only once beauty,


As it whispers beauty is in the eye of the beholder,