My life is a charade
Days dressed in strangers' garbs
Nights decorated in silver glows
Blue and red, yellow and gold
First I was young--
But, too fast I am old.

Where are the in-betweens?
What prizes should be mine?
None that I can see
Have come to me so far.

At times it seemed so near
I almost touched the splendor,
The glitter, the glow of the parade.
But if I could only know
To erase it all away--

Start fresh, anew, one fine day
Just be myself and nothing more
Oh! to be able to throw
My costumes out my door!

Written 1980 Rewritten 2004
Copyright©2004
Marie Louse Sellers