I don t believe in sleeping beauties

I don't believe in
Sleeping beauties.
I believe in old people's
Beauty.
So sick and yet
Proud and loving.
Carefully
Taking naps.

They're sitting and drinking
Tea,
Gracefully and quiet,
While beneath them,
The Change is here -
Whole place boils with
Fire.

Murmuring something sad,
Leaning on the
Shaken table,
Writing down
Not so fast
Letters of life
And fables.

And for them
Beds aren't beds,
And for them Stairs are
The danger,
Food is for them
Too much fat,
Kids are too quick
And slender.

Feeling sorry for someone
Always.
Always bothering
Someone.
So pure,
So proud and loving.
They're easy and hard to find
Now.

They wish only good
To people,
They're taking care
Of the world...
While "Beauties"
Are sleeping and sleeping,
And don't even bother
At all...

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