My elegance and charm
are no match for the beauty of youth,
for they still have time’s promise on their side
to woo you away, how simple, the truth.

You will never catch up to me,
for I am the one fallen behind,
for a sweet moment I held hope,
then a shattered dream, and I cried.

Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2010, all rights reserved.