Beryl Poem by Francis Duggan

She has dyed her gray hair a light chestnut brown
Beryl in her mind believes she is still the rose of the town
Though a divorced grandmother and the years on her physically show
How she appears to others she is not to know
Despite hair dyes and anti aging creams time has become her foe
Her body does not have the curves of decades ago
When she was the pretty young rose of the town
Despite her best efforts she cannot keep the kilos down
She still feels rather angry with her ex husband Fred
With a pretty young blond he shares a home and bed
Beryl has vowed to never again become any man's wife
She says she is happy in her single life
Proud and self conceited she has dyed her hair brown
She still believes she is the rose of the town.