She smiles, beguiles, acts naive

Sees you looking, interest increases

You ask polite questions and she agrees

with the observations you make and see

 

You flatter her, but not to deceive

It’s to help her feel better

and she gratefully receives

It seems as if she’s been left on the shelf

at the back of the queue, dislikes herself

 

Naturally, she responds to you

So much so, that you get on well

As possible friends? (you never can tell)

But then after walking home from that place

Your thoughts and delusions begin to race

 

All you see is that lovely young lady

your head spins around, this is all crazy!

After a period of time a sorrowful feeling

You’re sinking, thinking, rocking and reeling

 

Reality kicks in once again

Looking in the mirror your face is strained

You’re old, your body is withering away

Yet your mind is still so young, active…

but there is absolutely no way