A stranger’s kindness helps a faded beauty’s wish come true. The Lady will lift your spirits, as she comes dancing into your hearts. — In a nightclub in Manhattan on a barstool all alone,
Sat a washed out Cleopatra, eyes blue as sapphire stone.
Locks of raven hair brushed full and blushing lips.
A one-time regal beauty frayed by time’s eclipse.
Cigarette burned to the filter, in a pouting mouth encased,
Smoke like silky stardust danced round her forlorn…