Some things remind me of intelligent woman

Some things remind me of intelligent woman.
Capable, powerful, precise,
not interested in charming ruins,
smiling without a shadow
                of cowardice
to me as to the matter
                of the past.

Leading her course under respected rulers:
babies, family, distinct craft.
Testing her spirit with exercises
of coexistence
                and making love.
Interrupting affairs
                with a modest cough.

Some things remind me of jittering youngster
wearing clothes of old men.
Being no tenor always seeking
penultimate notes and
                dramatic scene,
borrowing life
                split into now and then.

I wonder how they could have fit together:
cornelian lightened with topaz.
Never set up in a precious necklace,
not engaged, nor broke
                with a fuss.
Coupled as words in the phrase:
                "Tout passe".

How could they avoid this bourgeois torture?
Stuck fiercely to the chosen path.
Ready to share a joke, but not the future
kept living each given
                day and, alas,
Forgot love story
                imagined once.