in edith wharton
in the house of mirth
there is no fun!
we get our dollar´s

worth-lily is asked
where it all went wrong
she said-being born..
and what is last..

what is last..
she is smart
she is beautiful
she is intelligent..

dead..
she is a beautiful moth
caught in a spider´s web..
in a moment

in a split look..
in the cast die
time is took
revolves the earth!

lily struggles with fate
she understands the game
chillingly..
she knows her curse..

can it be salvaged
what compromise
damage limited
is it worth..

her way is delicate
through the sharks
always the mirror
the same truth..

the same platitudes
she is willing to sacrifice
time is ruthless
the morning suns..

fear a grinning fine
pair of silk things
some purchased letters
there is no fun..

for they are all watching
like filigree vultures
o on the yacht
in the country manor..

in the house of mirth
there are cads!
there are tips!
there is bridge..

there is horse and carriage
there is woman and society
there is lowly born lily..
an object of scandal..

what is next..she has some
new friends-she is scarlet still
and an object of vendetta
who to pay the bills..


what will be..the first..
the slipping of standards
two suitors and the curse
of her dream..

a frayed seam..
one lonesome
and empty purse
work..

her accommodation
sleight shabby
years pass by
lily..