Vanity

Posted: March 12, 2014 in Poetry
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Vanity

Vanity

In her 20’s she was quite the flame

Her black book had many men’s names

She ate the finest food and caviar

And traveled to lands very far

She tossed her friends about like dirty laundry

And many left because they didn’t think it was funny

But one day all things started to change

She realized she was 40 and had no game.

Now as time passed her value declined

Because she had no more looks

And not much in her mind

Love she wanted so desperately

But it was killed by her vanity

2014 Albert Moyer, Jr.

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