Thursday, March 31, 2016
The young women glance around
comparing themselves to each other,
ranking their competition,
with a much practiced eye for details.
Constantly anxious of their appearance
they worry through their days,
vying for the attention
of the young men.
The days have become years,
and many years have passed.
In the security of an eternal relationship,
her anxiousness has mellowed
into a comfortableness with herself.
glancing at her matronly figure,
she wistfully remembers
those days of competition.