Glory Days Fade

Perfect in everyway

Looks always stay

Or so they do say

What happens when you lose your curl?

Or that effortless swirl

Becomes a twirl

You gain weight

Become a wrinkled state

Of matted hair and raw hate

A middle aged mother of two

With a reality cheak so blue

This is no place for you

Instead find happiness felt

And emotions well delt

Sadness is then sure to melt

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!