Years Ago The Young Rose

With eyes blue as ripened sloes and wavy shoulder length hair of chestnut brown Years ago the young Rose of the old mountain town A widowed grandmother in light brown hair dye she cloaks her gray And clearly she has known a far better day With anti aging creams she hides the wrinkles of time's decay Growing old in inner suburbia from her first home far away But despite creams and hair dyes age on faces and bodies does show That time does rust iron everyone does know In her mid seventies her best years long gone But the will it is in her to keep on keeping on Her beautiful dresses of her prime years her body has outgrown In inner suburbia growing old on her own She once was the young Rose of the old mountain town With shoulder length wavy hair of chestnut brown.