Where once her face was smooth as silk with plump rounded lips that lured men in,
Now lines stretch across it caused by years of stress and pain.
Eyes that once beamed full of life’s possibilities and hopes.
Dimmed with fear and doubt.
Her body was once full of life and youthful vigor.
Now tired and worn thin from the ravages of time.
Her voice was once soft, gentle, and sweet to every young man’s ears.
Now rough and crackled as time took its toll.
Age has taken the only pleasure she had.
Looking out her dirty window,
Bitter, empty, and alone.
Watching other old women greeting their grandchildren.
Happy and full of the life she once knew.
But let slip through her fingers when she had the chance.
She chose a life of only physical pleasures and false loves,
Bragging about her many lovers,
Her body count climbed higher and higher.
They have all left her,
Used up and worn out.
Alone.
Inspired by Proverbs 5:3-6
‘For the lips of the adulterous woman drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil; but in the end she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave. She gives no thought to the way of life; her paths wander aimlessly, but she does not know it. ‘ Proverbs 5:3-6 https://my.bible.com/bible/111/PRO.5.3-6
