Pledge
A band of Gold,
worn faithfully thirty years
round her finger,
did not count in her favor.
He covets youth,
fears age,
turns on it like a predator
to absolve his fear:
age is his master,
and she,
she is cast aside, discarded.
Age treats her cruelly
in the autumn of life...
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