Aged Beak Poem by Brad J. McClure

Old and decrepit
She sits alone
Despised by her children
She constantly lies in sorrow
Repetitive complaints
Created in her mind
She speaks the devils words
With a homely appearance to add to her many flaws
She convinces her self that she has godly looks
But none agree
Beauty may be a state of mind
But her mind is awful
Loathing many beings
She sees no real reason
Only her own
She will one day leave
She will one day be gone