Dowager

The beauty which covered up the

Shallowness of your youthful soul

Has now long faded and disappeared

Although you try to hold onto your glory days

With expensive haircuts, clothes, makeup

And multiple surgeries you think are not obvious

The truth can no longer be hidden from your

Dark brown empty hollow eyes

Or the eyes of the ones who chose to love you

And have you in their lives

Now that time is winding down for you

We all see the neglect and embarrassment

You inflicted on ones you claimed to love

The lies, the pretentiousness, the self-importance

You lived your life through

Never experiencing real love

Always looking for an audience and approval

And now you are 80 years old,

A dowager set for life

Somehow managing to hide behind the huge windows

In the mansion he bought you

Down your long long long driveway

Where you can hide from your holy intent and truth

Drowning in the fantasies in the books you devour

To avoid life and self-honesty

In the house full of your conceit, victimizations and intolerance

Thinly disguised

As self-assigned self-righteousness

You cannot hide from time and the Divine

The sacred you is calling, but you refuse to listen

I hope and pray I do not become like you

- Julie O'Hara

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