Liberty

Well, she got old. And she hates it.
She can't stand time for what it's done
to her, to the beauty and wit
she used to have. Her looks could stun...

But now her skin sags, and the lines,
The wrinkles, won't hide anymore.
They weren't from laughs, just princess grins
of youthful days she now abhors.

She feels threatened by younger,
more beautiful people, the ones
for which those magazines hunger.
She's not aware of what's begun.

Please don't give up on your beauty:
we still need you, Lady Liberty.