Dignity Personified Poem by Patti Masterman

Are you shy too, and lonely, my porcelain Hetty-
Lying so primly propped, on your chintz-covered settee?
Days pass you by, go unnumbered as sand grains,
You in your old lace and pastel-ribb'd crossgrain.
If you could but speak, you'd turn heads around plenty
With all you have seen since year nineteen and twenty.
Your stained, once-fine clothing is showing it's wear,
And your black-painted crown still passes for hair;
You wear your age well, but it must be so humbling:
The bones of the ones who once loved you now crumbling.