Such is Vanity
A poem by my granddaughter whoe's going to be famous
By Jasmine Martin
And would you trade your soul for gold?
A lasting price to pay
For a fleeting time to play.
Would you sell your soul for fame?
An endless masquerade
An everlasting pain.
Is it worth all this time
To live out a lie,
To try and hide who you are inside?
When age and beauty fade
All the colors that you crave,
Gold
Green
All grey,
What is it that you have gained?
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