the arm holes stare <br />like dumb gaping wounds <br />at the passersby <br />the single eye painted <br />with thick heidi lashes <br />looks disturbingly unquestioning <br /> <br />the once pretty pink ribbons <br />frayed and threaded <br />the waxen curls glistening like <br />tar caked upon her forehead <br />her pretty booties <br />once maybe were pink <br /> <br />she was loved once <br />she was adored once <br />she was coveted once <br />till age ravaged her bloom <br />and a new passion <br />supplanted her. <br /> <br />.....the fear that time will rob us of our youth is so real....and the youth of that time will then rob us of our prestige....life is cruel indeed. <br />inspired by sarwar choudharys' piece...<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everchanging-time/
