The Coming Bye And Bye
by
Sad is that woman’s lot who, year by year,
Sees, one by one, her beauties disappear;
As Time, grown weary of her heart-drawn sighs,
Impatiently begins to “dim her eyes!”
Herself compelled, in life’s uncertain gloamings,
To wreathe her wrinkled brow with well saved “combings”–
Reduced, with rouge, lipsalve, and pearly grey,
To “make up” for lost time, as best she may!
Silvered is the raven hair,
Spreading is the parting straight,
Mottled the complexion fair,
Halting is the youthful gait.
Hollow is the laughter free,
Spectacled the limpid eye,
Little will be left of me,
In the coming bye and bye!
Fading is the taper waist–
Shapeless grows the shapely limb,
And although securely laced,
Spreading is the figure trim!
Stouter than I used to be,
Still more corpulent grow I–
There will be too much of me
In the coming bye and bye!