The Used Up Old Woman

In your room cold and weeping
Suppressed thoughts slowly creeping.
Make-up so you look your best,
Putting on your finest dress.

The mirror cracks when you look in,
Not as pretty as you'd once been.
A semblance of glory past,
Can't be found within the glass.

Avoid, Old Lady, the men in power.
Their motives dark, selfish, sour.
They've wrinkled your skin, and grayed your hair,
Stripped you naked, left you bare.

You keep yourself locked away.
You see no sunlight, you see no day.
Nostalgia sets in and you hold your breath,
Sitting in your cold room awaiting death.