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.