The newness
The shininess
The absolute beauty
Of
That special someone
Or
That someone you encounter
Who you believe will be
Someone special
Will tarnish
As the days slip by
No matter
How much your eyes
Are pleased
With their outer shell
And
Your mind believes
All will be
The same as the day
You laid eyes on them
They will corrode!
Like a coin tossed in a
Fountain of wishes
End over end
Sinking to the bottom
In time
The breakdown will begin!
Nothing can stop this
Natural process
Of
Corrosion
On the coin or on the body
The games people
Once played
Will be
No longer possible
Once days turn to weeks
Turn to years
Turn to decades!
I’ve seen this
Since I was a child
Looking upon the rich
And
The popular
Within our population
The vain
The good-looking
All will wither
And
Father Time will then smile
Gazing
At the work he has done!
For
He knows
His artwork is perfect
Unsigned age lines of
perfection
Bring the beautiful to tears
And
The ugly to great laughter
From my book, When The Cedars Shade Your Grave
Beautiful. I might just have to read the book.
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Beautiful. I might just have to read the book.
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