Gems of sorrow
Beads of tears,
Lace of chagrin
Silk of fears,
Jewels of anger
Bows of dread,
Embroidered satin
Adorn the dead.
Feathers of anguish
Are stirred in the wind
Ears of deceit
To her ruby lips bend.
The beauty of she
Who harbors a heart
Of pride and of greed
Has been set apart
To wither and fall,
To yellow and gray,
Tarnish and stain
With each passing day.
And she by the window
In rags and in ashes
Is somehow impressed
By Vanity's sashes.
But watch, little one,
In your torn little gown,
How Vanity's smile
Becomes a dark frown,
For her bows become loose
And her beads and her jewels
Fall to the hallways
To be gathered by fools.
Watch, little one,
As her aspect grows dim,
As the lace and the feathers
Turn blackish and grim.
You watch, little girl,
In your own humble dust
And see if those pearls
Don't fall as they must.
For gems of sorrow
And beads of tears,
Lace of chagrin
And silk of fears
Become not one
Whose pride is her crown.
Not a stitch will remain
When the curtain comes down.
postscript
I have decided to do the 2008 NaPoWriMo... National Poetry Writing Month. I am to write one poem a day for the next 30 days, and for the DA "chapter" of NaPoWriMo, I am to post them here on DA. Here's the one I wrote yesterday. I hope you enjoy.