My Beauty, My Pain

My beauty, Like a mirage you've gone, Once adorned by all, And once loved by all. The street men would come and go, I thought I own the world, But now that I am old, They have all gone. Where is my fame? It's gone because I have lost a good name. Oh! What a shame I have to bear, Does beauty comes with pain? A question I ask every now and then. Where is my beauty? It's like a mirage, And it's gone.