See her now a parody of that former life
face wrinkled, each line passage of her life.

Once all she knew beauty and worldly acclaim,
money and adoration back then, all were life.

Remembers sometimes, but mostly forgets,
the years in-between only seem to blur life.

Head bowed she walks the dirtied city streets
none now would ever guess that other life.

Her broken wings no more to soar to glory,
seeks newer love each day, another life.

Hands frail reaching out, a beauty glows within,
to see the wild birds closer throng, a richer life.

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