BEAUTY BEGONE

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.