Dorothy Parker #2

Epitaph for a Darling Lady

All her hours were yellow sands,

Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;

Slipping warmly through her hands;

Patted into little castles.

 
 
Shiny day on shiny day
Tumble in a rainbow clutter,
As she flipped them all away,
Sent them spinning down the gutter.
 
 
Leave for her a red young rose,
Go your way, and save your pity;
She is happy, for she knows
That her dust is very pretty.
 
 – Dorothy Parker, Enough Rope: Poems by Dorothy Parker, 1925
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