count all your jewelry and your lace count all the shoes beneath your bed and while your counting all those things in your head try and wrest the sorrow from your face when you were young you courted all the pretty boys and laughed aloud with ones they knew and soon you walked and talked and thought just like them too and now you wonder what s become of you when you chose one to be your husband for your life you weighed his good point by his gain his promised security was fulfilled and you felt fine now in your age those mellow years won t sustain now for imagination where you seek out the one who live a life of dreams they build you have no gifts to share you ve nothing for no one so just watch the colors fade as you start to wilt 