Tears of Youth

I stand at the sink, stare directly ahead
My colorless cheeks, once a pink rosy red
I turn my face slightly, my profile I view
Once admired by many, now noticed by few

My dry crippled lips, once moist and plump
Now a damaging pair, they look like two lumps
As I take in the truth, my sight does not lie
The reflection I see, drips drop from my eye

I pickup my cane, make my way to my shrine
I look over my treasures, all placed in a line
The year 1942, crowned a beauty queen
Cheeks rosy lips plum, those years of a teen

36 crowns in a row, I count one by one
By the time the sunsets, I realize I'm done
My birthdays today, living 87 years
88 is inevitable, and so are my tears