The sun goes down and daylight fades
as love sick swains sing serenades
beneath fair ladies balconies.
Their voices carried on the breeze
to reach the ears of old women.
Who are no longer beautiful
and don’t appeal to younger men
Though now demure and dutiful.
they had their hey day in the sun.
When they had suitors by the score
So now they listen just for fun
It doesn’t matter anymore.
But still they smile remembering
Duennas can’t see every thing.
27-Oct-08
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, I just found this piece :) Its amazing! ! ! I do not know what provoked you to dedicate it to M lady Onelia (who could be me probably :) but its really very good stuff!