Your beauty, somewhat tarnished now,
still outlines the joyous lass you were
those summers ago, when men stopped
in their tracks just to look at you.
Oh, how cruel time can be.
Now the only recognition you receive is;
'Mum, where's my football socks? '
'Mum, isn't dinner ready yet? '
Now you're mum.
When once you were darling.
Your sun set when he didn't take you
that way - any more.
So you lie beside him, remembering
how your passion rose with his.
And you eyes ask, 'What happened? '