The Actress Poem by Ross DixPeek

The Actress

By
Ross Dix-Peek



She stares forlorn
At her face worn,
The countenance of youth gone,
Like the rays of a setting sun

Her aching heart so longs for yesterdays,
When she was but the sum of her vanities,
She remembers the fevered embrace
Of an enraptured crowd, a vast adoring face

For that is sadly all she is,
For without them is gone life’s kiss,
She was but an unreal creation,
Of man and the wiles feminine

To them but an object of desire,
A mere “thing” to admire,
But now mother-time her beauty has undone,
And now her “flock” her does shun

To the lonely floor she falls,
Tears awash in great waterfalls,
Each long furrow upon her face,
Her beauty now does deface

For vile vanity was but her stage,
Her great and gilded cage,
But now all she has is regret,
As mother-time and all, her does forget!


(Pulchritude is but fleeting!)