In the mirror,
Flesh and bones.
A happy smile,
A blooming rose.
Ten years now,
Look again.
Skin and bones,
Smile's gone,
A faded rose.
Whispered words,
"Not enough".
Left with pain,
All in vain.
One year now,
Final rest.
Withered rose,
World laments.
At last she asks
"Good enough?"
Hearing her,
It finally says,
"You always were" |
