Discarded Pearls (rondel prime: 4/11/12)

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Gray hair abounds upon my crown,

And falls in broken, tarnished curls.

My youth saw days of golden brown,

But the aged became discarded pearls.

 

Shadows of Mother’s face: a frown,

My thoughts brush as wisdom swirls.

My youth saw days of golden brown,

But the aged became discarded pearls.

 

Envy breaks upon my weathered face,

As memories past are only tokens lost.

I cast alone to search a treasured place,

Of beauty, where time now pays the cost.

 

My youth saw days of golden brown,

But the aged became discarded pearls.

                 

                        ~ ~ ~

Follow these rules:

1. Follow the form as described (Mindful Poetry Group challenge: rondel prime)

2. Today’s prompt: choose one of these vices and make that both your title and theme

3. Publish so that the date stamped is April 11th with only one stamp-time unless you clarify in the comment section how you edited it

4. Tag with MP2012

5. Publish to Mindful Poetry (and other groups as you wish)

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