A Lady
A Lady
I call her a lady
With total grace and dignity
But as I look upon her
There’s more beauty that I see.
Years beyond so told
Shown in her glass reflective mirror
With a but slower and gradual step
Fearful now from here to there.
A string of beaded pearls
Hangs proudly just like so
And when rising to the task
She’s done all this also.
The secret to her mystery
Untold it is although
She has the answer
Only a lady would know.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2017
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