Poetietzsche

When fifty winters shall besiege your brow

And dig deep trenches in your beauty’s field

You will be standing like a hi-viz cow

And your own bovine worth will be revealed

Then, the only heads you will be turning

Are angry drivers meeting your dumb stare

And you will feel their contempt and spurning

Imagine wasting your life away here!

Kids will bouncily pass, gloriously

Youthfully skipping to the other side

As you stay put, nonvictoriously,

Never an entrant, merely a guide.

Your face shrivelled up, your mind going, fast

You once had a future, but now it’s passed.

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