Within a Gilded Frame

Eyes of the weary old woman Stared at me once again Her stories etched in my mind From long ago. Her temple full of freckles And her chin sagging She was the epitome of hardwork. I'm not sure how I resemble her Though people keep saying it There's nothing similar between us Except we both bear a long round nose. I hardly ever notice How much her skin looks rotten Or how watery her eyes look She was suffering She knew it was the end That soon enough she'll end up Within a gilded frame.