I often think and wonder about a has been,
of what they have been through. When a person
has been this and has been that and has been
almost everything - what do they have left?
You used to do the night scene. You used to drive
fast cars and go out with fast women. You even had
luxuries for a while. You were even married at one
time, but you lost all that in the course of your life.
A woman I once saw, was already old. She told me,
one day what a great life at one time she had. I used
to be beautiful when I was young. I used to go out to
beautiful places. Men would buy me cars, jewels and
a lot of nice things.
I never got married - that wasn't for me. To be bothered
with kids, I didn't want to be. Soon one day the beauty
faded and no one cared to look at me. Now I sit here alone
and with no family.
The life of a has been is pretty sad - when only memories
are all that's left. They think and they wonder of what went
worng, but deep in their heart I think they know, that it
wasn't anybody's fault, but their own...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo