THE BALL IS OVER

 

There once was magic spun in dreams,

When fairies danced, and dresses swirled,

But that was back when men still waltzed

And girls believed in Romeo.

Glass slippers left with women’s lib

And unicorns were left to wander…

And, now, I’ve lost the will to vision,

Rainbow skies and calming seas.

Once I laughed and once I cried,

But that was when I still had life.

Now stoically, I sit and wonder…

When, exactly, did I die?