How cruel your eye to catalogue my decline
To specify the bloom of my decay
To fault me as not the Queen of Time
As if I ruled the sun throughout the day;
Where once my teeth were pearls that sparked delight
My smile a benediction soft bestowed
My eyes were gems that shimmered in the night
Compliments in words a courtier owed.
Would that my beauty were as hard as admantine
That royalty was impervious to age;
That Time could be prosecuted for this crime
To mar the face that once was judged divine.
I have banned my reflection in all glass
My mirror insults me as I hallway haunt
Where once I sought denial as a lass,
God help the flattering diplomat in his task
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