Pink frilly knickers
I stood in wonder under a blossom filled tree.
The pinkness and softness of the petals reminded me of silk frilly knickers.
I smiled to myself, I used to wear them once.
Old now with grey thinning hair, my knickers reach my knees.
I was beautiful once and men would knock on my door. Now only the gas man calls.
I am old but I still have thoughts, feelings and desires.
People forget this.
I am invisible.
The pinkness and softness of the petals reminded me of silk frilly knickers.
I smiled to myself, I used to wear them once.
Old now with grey thinning hair, my knickers reach my knees.
I was beautiful once and men would knock on my door. Now only the gas man calls.
I am old but I still have thoughts, feelings and desires.
People forget this.
I am invisible.
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Very emotive Poppyseed. Very visual. *Very* sad.
Ez
But so true. I'm 45 and was talking to a woman friend twenty years older the other day -- she said that when she was about fifty she felt that she wasn't beautiful any more: the heels went, the nice clothes went. She felt that she had moved from the realm of 'woman' to 'old woman' and that it was negative -- she became invisible as a person because she was no longer desirable.
I'm sure that's not true for everyone, but she felt it very strongly.
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