On her birthday
She notices
Her friends have gone
Or do not look like themselves
Lady of Uncertain Age
Lady of Uncertain Age
They wear roses
The dead kind humans make
And the whiteness under their black lace
Leaves no one guessing
Lady of Uncertain Age
Lady of Uncertain Age
But she wears herself fifty years younger
On her chest And in her eyes
and in her smile
You can tell
She’s twenty
Inside herself
Lady of Uncertain Age
Lady of Uncertain Age
