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
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