A tear trickling down cracks of her crows feet
Down the side of her, now, wrinkled cheek
Vanishing into her fraying graying-blue hair; tidy & neat

Dreams of yesteryore brings even more
Down her weathered face of worry & fears
Knowing her time is sooner than late; her fate

Days of dancing, for, no muscles did ache
Now her weak feet would slip underneath
Twisting an ankle means certain death to she

As she lays in her bed alone
Staring blankly at the ceiling
Wishing it were stars she were gazing

For her life is now fading………..

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