A Former Rose

In her twenties her shoulder length wavy hair was nugget brown
When she was the Rose of the old country town
But now in blonde hair dye she cloaks her silver gray
The divorced grandmother has known a far better day
From her old hometown in the countryside she lives far away
She is in the big city for the long stay
Quite attractive for one in her early sixties though physically better days she has known
Single without even a casual partner she now lives on her own
Perhaps never more to have a man in her life
For many years to an abusive ex husband she was a good wife
The Rose of her hometown thirty five years ago
Time eventually does become everyone's foe
The physical beauty of youth with one does not remain
Though for one in her sixth decade she looks better than plain.