Make hay while wind flows

Men were at me, around me and about me,

Each to love me, serve me and have me.

A nightmare to all was my stunning beauty,

A sweetheart to all but myself without a sweet heart,

Maddening all men but not being of mad of anyone,

Their love in rampage, me to them a mirage,

I lived out my youth, with no love invested.

The youth is gone; the heart is a stone.

I am an orphan, all men having gone.

They got wisdom: a beauty is not worth keeping.

I got wisdom: a stone heart is not worth keeping.

17.03.2001