She was once young and quite beautiful.
Her looks gave her many advantages.
She had six marriages to unsatisfactory men.
She never had any offspring to enrich her life.
But she used to have pedigree dogs.
Her luck and her looks abandoned her.
Fate and age robbed her of them.
All the men who desired her ignored her.
She ran out of money and opportunities.
Her plight drove her a little crazy.
Now she mumbles meaningless words.
She’s homeless and begs for money.
And when she regains a little sanity,
She lives in her memories of better days.
Bob Boyd