Your beauty, somewhat tarnished now, <br />still outlines the joyous lass you were <br />those summers ago, when men stopped <br />in their tracks just to look at you. <br /> <br />Oh, how cruel time can be. <br />Now the only recognition you receive is; <br />'Mum, where's my football socks? ' <br />'Mum, isn't dinner ready yet? ' <br /> <br />Now you're mum. <br />When once you were darling. <br />Your sun set when he didn't take you <br />that way - any more. <br />So you lie beside him, remembering <br />how your passion rose with his. <br />And you eyes ask, 'What happened? '<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirror-mirror-22/
