Neglected Age

Running as a bad luck escaper
on the grass she was.
A woman pretty, on a squashed mood
needed a shoulder to rely on.

Daily thinking of death and being
a lonely old has taken her to the
wrong road of self express.

Look at her legs! Uh! Shining
with strength and youth!
Just she did that
to be in a good shape,
in a good health,
to be what she wished and planned;
TRASH OF RATIONALE LIES!
To satisfy men on every inch of your body,
to run from the neglected age.
But it's coming, it's coming
to take your breath away.