The lady dressed in blue

The lady dressed in blue commented

That I have grown so old

And that I should be tormented

By the mirror that I hold

I look in it your own reflection

A continuous reviving stream

Your countless bodies in endless procession

I’m still alive if I still dream 

The lady claims I have no style

When I tend to take the side

Of those who lose not those who smile

Set apart by her divide 

She said “this is nature – no room for correction 

Prophets and utopias end up in a mess

Trying to make it better is a foolish obsession

We all want the same; some get more, some get less”

The lady dressed in blue would strive

To reallocate the sunshine

She says, the fittest must survive

Did she mistake blood for wine?

But I still dream of a new resurrection

The day without a predator or prey

When the sun will rise and without selection

For every one will reserve a ray  

 M