Icy feelings

Icy feelings, anger’s chill, a heart turned to frost, Old maidens tossing on wide beds, feeling lost. Perhaps they can't sleep through the long, lonely night, As the cold winds of longing drift through their sight. Once, in her youth, that old maid had her grace, Caught in the joys of those days, in a blissful embrace. She’d scoff at the suitors who came to her door, To build a life together, she yearned for much more. This tale of old maidens is seen far and wide, How long will green leaves in their glory abide? One day the cold winds will chill to the bone, And in time, they too must face growing alone. With each passing moment, their beauty will fade, In the mirror of life, their youth's price is paid. Your offspring, like leaves, will surround you with cheer, But time leaves a gap in the heart, it’s clear. I feel this cold chill in my own heart as well, Struggling to sleep, in my thoughts I do dwell. No one else can heal the deep pain that you bear, If you don't seek the remedy, who will care?