Joyless almost, i concede to nothing.

Once

I was told once (once is never enough) that I am beautiful
But so does everything fade and droop
So lasting...

I was told once (once was too much) that I was hated
But so does everyone in envy and suspicion
So souring...

And I looked into the grave
To see my grave, grave, engraved face
Stolen glory and lost chances blamed on the cascading time
Now stands still, forever
Lithic in headstone and stale in bequeaths
-- or immortal in mortal memory

© 1998

[Previous] [Next] [Home] [Contents]

Asdzani Bah & her Pandora Box