Boudoir Poem by Paula Glynn

An old lady's nostalgia: where does time go?
Sitting slathering on soft anti-aging cream
At her feminine boudoir with its powders and eye makeup
Where for love and lust she did go far
Applying that red lipstick like a film star

An old lady's nostalgia: why did she get wrinkles?
Her once smooth and youthful face just a memory
Remembering those days on the hot beach
Where those young men seemed beyond reach
But she now knows she had been young and foolish

An old lady's nostalgia: why did her husband cheat?
She had been beautiful: yet he moved on
Where she had to learn to be strong
And pretend to everyone she was moving on
Her romantic life like a sad song

An old lady's nostalgia: where does time go?
She thought she could control time
She thought she could control others
She thought she could keep all her lovers
She thought people loved one another

An old lady's nostalgia: sitting at her boudoir
Admiring her once youthful complexion
Admiring those lips that kissed all the cute guys
Admiring her eyes that gave her inner sight
And helped her become who she is today: worldly wise

An old lady's nostalgia: accepting her old age
Knowing time told a story page-after-page
Time bringing inevitable age
For she knows she has grown strong
And she knows she'll carry on applying face cream

An old lady's nostalgia: loving herself and her life
Accepting her problems and issues that were rife
For she is a woman firm with her approach
Knowing to reach forward and not back down
Knowing she will always be happy: will never frown.