Poem: As Time Goes By

by Fiona
O to be a young beauty, full of bliss,
Not aware that things can be, and are, amiss.
Too soon will she know, again and again,
That the world is full to the brim of sorrow and pain.
Too soon will her beauty vanish with age,
As her sweet life keeps on turning the page.
Too soon will her once pretty face,
Turn wrinkly and yellow, like once beautiful lace.
Too soon she too will look back on her life,
And sigh over all of the sorrow and strife.
And then, as her days are almost run through,
She will think of that young beauty's life too.