Familiar face

Not long ago I saw a face
Familiar look I knew it once
All tragic was on the surface
Reflected there, on countenance. 

The years have passed as if
the ages long turned into dust
The theme of saddening motif
Startled in me a deep mistrust.

Mistrust for life, for things of joy
That earthly pleasures we crave for
Do pleasures make from man a toy?
The puppeteer - is not a foe?

Not long ago I saw a face
Familiar look I knew it once
All tragic was on the surface
Reflected there, her countenance.