She was blessed with unsurpassed beauty
And an unmatched perfect body
She had hundreds of men wanting her
And basked in all the attention
She married three rich ones
That were divorced or dead
And all gone by the time
She turned seventy and
Unkind men called her a crone
Her beauty, her body, and
All the attention and men gone
She died alone a few years later
An unbiased unimpressed dementia
Erased the memories and her life,
The advantages and her glamorous
Life of no significance, gone forever
Bob Boyd
