Silent Tears (Written January 28)

Silent Tears

 

A once-good-looking woman

Who had gotten a little too heavy

And no longer attracted men

 

(Or women) the way she once did,

Who wore clothes a little too small,

And had her hair cut a little too short,

 

Crimped in the front (both sides),

Who liked a glass of port

At her mid-afternoon break,

 

When the day felt like forever,

Who had a laugh that was fake

And make-up that was thicker

 

Than thick, like day-old cake,

Who had once been the top pick,

But now was down on the list,

 

Like a horse no longer in contention,

Who knew she was barely missed,

And silently cried in her whiskey.

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