you're too young to know
[should be]
so how can [it be that] you feel  [felt]more
than me?

how could you have
lived so fast?
[already]
spent so much of
your precious essence?

already felt the cuts
that fate whipped across
your soft, powdery cheeks
[barely marred, maybe, by hair]

your hourglasses already
half spent
sand dribbled out strewn

like ash from
tipped onto the kerb
in a blaze of colour, sound and
mellow confusion
a dangerous sway and crush
[that I'll never understand]

how it could be
that

You've already all become
so Old.

or is it my life-
was it so different
A gift your generation
just missed

because Maleficent
got to
the party
Early.