The Wrinkles and the Tears
Today she lives on memories
Morsels of her past
Betrayed by time and left to die
Death's shadow has been cast
The wrinkles on her lonely face
Tell stories of joys and pains
A map of sorts, of who she was
Is all that now remains
She has no need for future things
No need to understand
Living now because she must
Beyond the things she'd planned
No one to tell her stories to
They start to fade away
She sadly waits her time to die
While living in yesterday
Trapped between this life and death
Her tears begin to speak
Another memory, she won't share
Running down her cheek
She's now become invisible
It's like she don't exist
But when she's gone, it won't be long
Until she's truly missed
She had so much to offer us
Wisdom, that we refused
Silently, slipping through the cracks
A treasure, that we abused
She paid the dues that life demands
Then quietly disappears
Left alone, she fades away
The wrinkles and the tears
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