Author Langston Hughes Once you were young.Now, hunched in the cold,Nobody caresThat you are old.Once you were beautiful.Now, in the street,No one remembersYour lips were sweet.Oh, withered old womanOf rue Fontaine,Nobody but deathWill kiss you again. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.5 (25 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments