A Beauty Queen Dethroned

Is there a junkyard for old tiaras and outdated ball gowns? Where does Beauty go when age has taken her crown? Removed atop her head and passed onto the new, smiling gracefully her rein is over her chapter is through. The walkway has shortened the stage has reached its end her audience abandoned her, few remembering her when. Beauty dissolved in creases and folds. faded pictures tell numerous stories of desires untold lost sapphires, rubies, diamonds and lace torn denim, short skirts and selfies have taken their place. Roses soon wither fallen off of her pole. Tower high stilettos now traded have soft flattened soles. Waken one day unable to recognize this new face. Searching for the old one but never finding a trace of that person who was familiar, and she once knew who was young and beautiful, without even trying to. Haunted by yester years with memories complete. when she held love’s attention and men fell at her feet Commanding the room as she swung and swayed, Beauty was immeasurable but there was a debt to be paid. New beauty surrounds her with past souvenirs. Reminders of time ago and broken-down years now she’s invisible as she dissipates in the background, with a crooked tiara and wearing last year’s ball gown.