She sits there,
her arms wrapped tightly over her knees,
her body at complete ease,
her skin glows a beauteous hue,
the sun amplifying it further,
she feels pulchritudinous.
Then she wonders;
the skin that glows will someday wrinkle,
the face that she sees in the mirror, will disfigure,
in front of her eyes,
the alcohol and the cigarettes, slowing consuming her body,
and her brain, deteriorating, dysfunctioning, and then
what will remain?
The soul that one has never seen,
The body which will go back to the earth,
The mind that dies with the body,
And yet the cycle continues,
the unknown cycle,
and this future is not her alone,
It is for all of us.