The glamour queen's lament (unfinished)

Oh ,to be in forgotten time.
Where there was such a thing as "dressing" for dinner, and luscious, red , wine.
Where imaginations could soar by the silver screen
and Hope blossomed in hearts
and the world ,colored green.

Green as a new,tiny blade of grass
delicate, unscathed, moving
slow not fast-
I lament that the world is burned
from building to seafoam and sky
corrupt and unkempt
polluted by lies.
I lament that things are not simple
as when I was a child
but children grow up, live and
then die.
I cherish the time when the world was aglow
with glitter and dancing