(inspired by an earlier poem)
does she fear
time’s winged Chariot
now
when she never did before,
having her whole life pulled all into a ball
when other play coy
does one realize as
days go past
how much she had had
and won't have again
worms of a different sort
seeking not her virginity
but bringing little
of the Joy
she saw it in elder days did
how does she pass her long loves days these days
does she sit in peruse the Ganges
where she draws out rubies from its side
does she wish again for those days
when she could reach
her hand out
and gather all the
joy she wanted
time pressing now
with fewer rubies to find
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