An old lady’s lament
With a twisted hell ring
Of a course towards
Dead corpse’ demise
Having fulfilled nothing
Of her young dreams
A total waste except
Her brood
An old person’s yelling
With a swirling dance
A body’s doomed bang
When hitting the floor
Just a life in vain
Sans rien for show
If only - just vanity
Her ideas
Blending the two
Her kids and her chimes
Will not double up
Like the two planets
A phenomenon against
The evening sky
Wondering like all
Her testament
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