Time occupies her beauty br Few gaze upon her in awe br Age like a winter day, too, br a wilted flower in May br br I have the right to be mad, while differing br with gladness that befit past years... br A loving wife to him and lived to br bear children in his honor, only to br br have death as in- kind payment br still loathing the ever-present clock that stopped. br O’ my how anger envies happiness br Every speck of contentment diverge, where to….