Tenderly fingering monochrome albums,
The starlet of yesteryears lives in her mansion
With no friends to keep her but cobwebbed illusions
Those rusted gray film reels of centuries gone.
Gone is the laughter and all the applause that
Remains as mere echoes resounding in silence.
No more wild parties and lighthearted dancing,
Just yellowing dance cards and creaky old bones.
She looks to those liars, the photos of youth,
With her and Clark Gable on somebody's yacht.
Back then, she hated those flashing eye vultures
But, O, how those shining stars glimmered at night!
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