the glossy paint chips
the clay bowl cracks
the stain of red satin lips
white turns blue and black
a leaky faucet drips
no turning back

Sooner or later
the veneer fades
gold turns to rust
the little robin strayed
knocked down by a gust
this diamond is a *****

Sonner or later
a smiling sun disappears
smoky clouds roll in
she squandered youthful years
in things that might have been