I dedicate this poem to Aunty:
The years have worn my body
My hopes
But not my ambition
Never would I see myself
Be a flower
I watched my life flow by
On the cool clear river
I see the flowers in all their beauty
Singing
Dancing
Seducing
The weak minds of men
But even a flower
Cannot be free
It is this that gives me happiness
The slight ray of light
I can be free
I can sorry to the edges
Of possibilities
Of dreams
Or reality
But now
Things have grown worse
The sky is angered
The people
And mother nature
Are barren and cry
In distress
The alive land
That was once my home
Has died
Demons rain over
And things are consumed in darkness
I will live on
To see one
One last ray of light
a/n- hey guys! Yes, this is my last poem for Memoirs of a Geisha. It had a good run while it lasted. Now, some of you might be confused if you only saw the movie instead of reading the book. Aunty never got to be a geisha- she broke her hip when she was in training that was then walking with a cane for the remainder of her life. The dark times refer to world war two. I might do poems for V for Vendetta. I'm still thinking about it.
