Yesterday's Beauty Queen
Years have washed away the glow,
but not the dreams of yesterday,
standing tall and pretty,
holding a dozen red roses,
matching the beauty of the smile on
her painted face.
Wearing the regal crown and cape
which promised the keys to the convertible,
endless trips to no-name towns for
grand openings and hours of standing,
waving and looking absolutely gorgeous
to a sea of faces.
Yesterday's beauty queen recalls when
her flowing dark hair was free of gray
and at twenty-one thought wrinkles were
worn by grandmothers in nursing homes;
beauty and youth ride the train on the
life-long journey to maturity where
mirrors do not tell lies.
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