Kathleen

Kathleen

Those blissful summer days
Her copper hair in tumbling tresses
Lavishing her suitors with
Her kisses and caresses

The frivolity of maidenhood
The joys of adolescence
Cheery, bright and bubbly
Always full of effervescence

Time catches up to all of us
And terminates the race
No discretion for its victims
No release from its embrace

The curves of youth now turn to lumps
Jealousy rends her bitter
Dreaming of those golden times
When skimpy dresses fit her

Now she sits in the shadows
With a bottle of merlot
Watching in the mirror
As the years steal her soul

Time catches up to all of us
And terminates the race
No discretion for its victims
No release from its embrace

She still travels round the globe
Always trying to keep busy
Chasing her youth in circles
'Til the circuits send her dizzy

Then slips slowly into dementia
Drowning in the ocean of her mind
As her memories leave her
Only madness left behind

Time catches up to all of us
And terminates the race
No discretion for its victims
No release from its embrace

© Charon 2009