Edith Wharton's lovely figurines
still speak to me today
from their mantelpiece in time
where they wrestle and they play
with passions and with prudences
finances and fears
her face, what it's worth to her
in the passing of the years
see the portrait come to life,
see the vanity behind
cause in the struggle for survival,
love is never blind
now Olivia lies under anesthesia,
her wit and wonder snuffed
in a routine operation,
her own beauty not enough
her passions and her prudences,
her finances and fears
her face, what it was worth to her
in the passing of the years
see the portrait come to life,
see the vanity behind
cause in the struggle for survival,
love is never blind
Edith Wharton's lovely figurines still speak
to me today from their mantelpiece in time
where they wrestle and they play we lie under anesthesia,
our wit and wonder
snuffed in our routine operations,
our own beauty not enough