A fire that never burnt out,
a smile that lit rooms
a small tear that broke hearts,
a laugh that bloomed life with its trinkle
that was the real beauty:
the one she carried,
and offered to all without discrimination.
then one day
it all burnt out and when they came to her,
all they found was a shell,
no fire
spite, fight or laughter to be heard,
or received.
And instead of nurturing her;
to regain the former beauty they all left,
pretending to have more important matters to attend to,
And the former garden rose that was envied
became an old hag.