Round Robin 3

In the beginning,
man walked alone.
Life was good.
There was no one to stare,
compare, or dare him
to be any different.
He was content.
No one could tell him otherwise.

There was no one to share
his contentment with either.
But, the lightbulb came on
and God created woman
from the rib of man.
Man, therefore, became less
than perfect and woman was
whole in the image of Man and God.

This soon led to temptation
from which a simple act invited
evil and shame into the hearts of man.
And, if we think about it,
this was the beginning
of procreation
and commercialization.

One leads to the other
just as temptation and shame
couple and grow without bounds.
A glimpse of perfection,
soon overshadowed
by the opposite, send us
into living hells.
We are compelled to do better.

Round Robin 2

She remembers the crowns,
the gowns, and the glory
as if it were only yesterday.
Only yesterday was fading
just as quickly as the beauty
she once held dear.

No one ever told her that beauty
didn't prevent loneliness.
They never told her that memories
would be all that was left.
She knew now that memories
would not warm her bed at night.

And, memories fade too.
Just like the crown whose jewels
tarnish with age and inattention.
Without some scrapbook of expression,
preservation dwindles to nothingness.
The thin metal offers no brilliance or warmth.