Who Am I
It's been written before and quoted more
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder"
Born in London to American parents
Her beauty, would come to make, men smolder
Blue bedroom eyes for us to view, but more of a violet hue
Golden eyes reflected her seductive guise
And chastened more than a few
Unlike many beauties the color of her hair,
Rarely changed it's tint
Styles may have changed from year to year
But darkness was her intent
A voluptuous figure with statuesque curves
Changed in her golden years
But when she was young and middle aged
Men's hearts would always shift gears
She fell off a horse and broke her back
Scoliosis tormented her health
She overcame, like the trooper she was, through the years
And died in excessive wealth
Called many names in public and private
As she gracefully turned a deaf ear
Home wrecker, tramp, alcoholic, and ****
With head high she never failed to appear
Her persona was large but larger than that
Was the size of her philanthropic heart
Converting to Judaism and a Foundation for Aids
The first actress to ever really start
She won best actress in "Butterfield 8"
And never really looked back
I coveted the role Paul Newman played
In lust of "Maggie the Cat."
by Daniel Turner Feb 3 2016
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