Beauty grows old,
Lives in a mansion.
Watching kids play,
Lonely at evening.

Thinks of the cheers,
She heard from the spotlight,
The gaiety of chase,
A goddess in gold.

Beauty grows cold,
Sipping on her coffee,
She looks at the stars,
They don’t hide no secrets.

Thinks of a love,
She never thought it fit.
He goes past her window,
Playing with the kids.

Beauty is bold,
She runs upto him now,
He takes off his specs,
Says ‘Sorry?’