AND WHAT OF US?

Tell me, what of us in older form?

Now rid of rant & well heard storm,

Of scarce hair, in thin silver thread,

Of trembling claw & confusing head,

And what of us?

 

And what of us, now in older version?

Us, to who all youth, now has aversion,

We, who once had verve & rounded hips,

Bestowing to beaus, who´d kiss our lips,

And what of us?

 

What of us, now old dames of certain age?

Replacing silken breast, with head of sage,

Us, of dancing teeth & speech that sways,

Of bent bone & crepe skin, in mottled greys,

And what of us?

 

What of us, no longer nubile, no more belles?

Faded beauty of yester-year, no longer sells,

We´re the silver Crones of what’s gone & been,

Yet, youth will never see what we have seen,

And what of us?