An aging debutante/socialite hoping for a last chance at love before she’s too old.

 

Before the mirror, her usual place

She can faintly see the lines

Time has etched in her pretty face

Her make-up can’t hide the signs

 

She stares now into the glass

Recalling the wasted years

Funny how quickly time does pass

(Puts diamonds in her ears)

 

Sitting, watching, always waiting

Will she ever come to know

The love she’s been anticipating

(Pins her hair up, just so)

 

She thought that she had all the tools

To build lasting romance

Perhaps all men a simply fools

(Gives her red dress one last glance)

 

Expectations were never met

Promises were not fulfilled

But faithfully, she cast her net

As a fisher of men she’s skilled

 

Always the stunning socialite

But age does take a toll

The butterfly takes wing tonight

(For youth she’d trade her soul)

 

Is this the debt she now must pay

The party girl of yore

For the men that passed from day to day

Through her love’s revolving door

 

Tonight may be her swan song

Her final chance to shine

Get what she’s waited for so long

Someone she can call “mine”

 

If only there’s some man out there

Who’s older and quite refined

About her past, he does not care

He’s generous and kind

 

He will not mind the wrinkles – those

We all get as we live

He will accept this faded rose

And all she has to give.

 

 

 ©2010 – Andrea J. Shannon

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  • Shamyl on Mar 24, 2010

    One of the best poetry that I’ve seen this week. It’s kinda sad,innocent,painful yet longing for real love and reason to live.

  • ken bultman on Mar 24, 2010

    Great. You have a real knack for this. I hope she doesn’t have to settle for someone two far off the mark.

  • deep blue on Mar 24, 2010

    I knew someone who may just be the perfect match for this wrinkled beauty. The writer ahead of me had been seasoned with romances and will definitely be the man of her dreams. It however depends if Ken will like her. A long yet well contrived rhyme falling into place, Andrea. Aside from the love match that is yet to be, you perfectly nailed this one.

  • Olive B. on Mar 24, 2010

    Beautiful and so full of feeling.

  • Stan Wilson on Mar 24, 2010

    this is a very good write here and you have captured the essence of life itself…awesome…

  • clafleur on Mar 25, 2010

    beauty does not last, good write sis, keep up the good work

  • lillyrose on Mar 25, 2010

    It happens to us all… very brilliantly written poem

  • diamondpoet on Mar 25, 2010

    The years take a toll on all of us, we wake up each day and watch ourselves slowly fading away, I often say to myself, where did I disappear to. Lovely piece.

  • Darla Cooke on Mar 25, 2010

    Lovely poem.

  • Val Mills on Mar 25, 2010

    Fantastic capturing of the situation. Sadly young people often chase the wrong dreams.

  • ashan1614 on Mar 25, 2010

    Thanks to all of you, my friends. :)

  • Ruby Hawk on Mar 25, 2010

    Honey, you never get too old. Old people fall in love just as young people do.

  • Lee Ness on Mar 26, 2010

    Hello Ashan1614,
    So very sweet. So much meaning behind every word. Really enjoyed this and the phrases in brackets. Very unique and thoughtful and poweful.
    Thanks Lee Ness

  • drelayaraja on Mar 26, 2010

    Great share :)

  • T. S. Lewis on Mar 28, 2010

    Beautifully done

  • CA Johnson on Mar 28, 2010

    Your poem was really beautiful. I hope that she does get a chance to find love.

  • qasimdharamsy on Mar 30, 2010

    very lovely….i like it…..

  • Geomorphosis on Mar 30, 2010

    Beautifully written. Eventually we are all going to have wrinkles.

  • Oversoul on Mar 31, 2010

    For some strange reason, reading your work gives me inspiration and encouragement to keep writing and working on mastering my craft…please, do keep watch for some of my latest poems…You’ve got a loyal fan in me

  • ashan1614 on Mar 31, 2010

    Hebrew754 – I’m thrilled to know my work inspires someone else. Even if it only gives them a little “spark” then I know I’m not wasting my time here

  • GreenSunshine on Mar 31, 2010

    Oh what a wonderful poem. My favorite line was the revolving door bit. I guess it’s true that beauty is a fleeting pleasure, what is forever is the personality and traits that compose one’s character. Either way, fantastic read. Liked as well.

  • T. S. GARP on Mar 31, 2010

    Well done, I really like this! Hey, Ashan! I like your new profile photo too. Look’n sharp, girl! Keep up the greating writing. :)

  • AvantPointGuard on Apr 2, 2010

    I hope she finds a guy to take her and pay off her credit card bills–from then on–it’s smooth sailing

  • ashan1614 on Apr 5, 2010

    Avant: Heck, I wish I could find somebody to pay off MY credit cards!

  • heatblast92 on Apr 20, 2010

    The lust for love of a faded rose… It was excellently expressed, ican say this much, and a whole lot, if i have to..

  • TwiKnight on Apr 20, 2010

    The undying lust for a love of a faded rose… It’s stupendously expressed, I love it!!

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