Hey There, Sad Woman...

Hey there, sad woman

Of drawn, pale face

Were you once a maiden

Of youthful grace?

Why has life painted

Beneath your gray eyes

The proof of its sorrow

Without disguise?

What is the history

Sealed into your gaze

That drops as you see me

Study your face?

Hey there, sad woman

I think I know

I was a girl once

Not so long ago…

© Janet Martin