Untidy, squat, and soft old body slack
The woman sat alone beside her door.
The dog. the past; these friends she does not lack
And beauty cannot grieve her any more.
For all her springs are done. These are but days
Soft and warm, that do a body good."
No man can move her now with any praise;
She cares no more that she be understood.
~ Anonymous
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