Age frightens the once beautiful  Her only reminders being photos long since passed  For there was a time when her sultry hair would not gray  A period she rekindles fondly,   Recalling upon her ways of frolicking through society  So well sprayed and kempt  Randomly selecting stallions to provocatively tempt  And hope with a sheer intensity  That her cradle will be occupied  Swaying with sweat and heat  Praying to be remain dignified  But modernism has collected her  Picking at her skin and shape  Caused her bones to brittle and her nerves to elate  But this fact of aging she defies  Through artificial activities  And endless strenuous primping  Enhanced for festivities