the light reflects
off of those drops of white gold
yet they still speak of sadness
and woes gone untold
they make their way down the map
of her face
her soft hands hint at old money and grace
that died with the wealth
that died with the death of loves' health
a dress made of satin all stained with her sorrow
she's worn it for years, and she'll wear it tomorrow
a ragged hem and her sash sinched so tight
hangs loose on her frame which speaks of no meals, no dinner at night
and stockings torn and
leather boots worn
her dirtied cheeks
red from the cold of the morn
and hair so light that was lighter still
but lost with the innocence of her youth
frown lines mar her lovely face
her eyes are so distant, so cold, fixed on space.
This girl that you see
all withered or worn
this girl that you see
she could be you or be me