She was a child of the poor

Knew not what her future had in store

A vision of elegant grace

Never simply just another face

On stage, her spirit, ignited

Still, beauty brings those, uninvited

She danced, leaving life behind

Then wept, for a life so unkind

They promised her, jewels and money

But the bright lights were cruel, unfunny

She was no longer wanted, they said

Broadway considered her dead

Aging had sent her away, in shame

Leaving nothing, but a flicker of a flame

Writing Prompt – Bankruptcy to Broadway – Day 11/31

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