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 developing. 17.03.2001, Plmdi