Carmina A Book of Poems

Queen Without a Crown

Queen Without a Crown

I remember when I was beautiful
My skin like petals of roses
Soft petals of nature
Moistened with blissful
Gift of youth and delight.
Life was an endless treasure
And my face was fair and bright
My eyes were gems so precious
Spell bounding lights.

And with each step taken
My hips sawed with cadence
Rhythmically with pride
I believed the world was mine
Walls stumbled down
Men surrendered to my feet
I was a queen without a crown
But it was something I didn't need
For I had eternal beauty
It was everything to me.

I look myself in the mirror
Today!
Hatred today!
Years passed by
Like flowing waters
To fall off steeply
with rampant noise
Deafening me with the truth
That I'm not a queen anymore.

There's silver staining
Where once was shiny lustrous copper.
And the once bright
Onyx marbles cage has wrinkled.
Fine lines of droughtiness
Had wrung the petals
Of youth and vanity.

Some might say
Wisdom and age
Is to be treasured.
Silver is worth more than bronze
But I miss that past reflection
That told me I had it all.

Beauty is a trickery bargain
Volatile and slippery in hands.
Youth can't be sold
Could be never trade by gold.