Walking along the road
I see faces turn towards me
I can almost hear them whisper
To their companions – ‘see’
I pretend indifference and walk on
While pitying glances follow me
It isn’t my fault that I am ugly
And just a plain, ordinary looking ‘me’
Sometimes I wish to tell these men
That it is not outward beauty that matters
I may be one of those ugly ten
but at least I am not in tatters
I do not try to enhance myself
Like those who show off their pelf
I’d be more happy if they’d see my virtues
But then – who would go and explain that to them?
So I walk on and on
Knowing that I possess a ‘something’ for which others cry
For which I bless the day I was born
Since I got it so easily in just one try
Though its as hard to find as a bud among the thorns
Yes – I am the proud owner of ‘happiness’ – a rarely found gem
For it does not grow like a fruit on a stem
Its an elusive thing which I wish to keep till the day of my death
So I shall hold on to it forever, until my last breath.
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Author:
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You're not ugly, no one is. There's beauty in every creation of God. There's beauty in a dieing flower and the setting sun. What really matters in the end, is the goodness of the heart. Real happiness isn't attained when you get what you want, but when you are content with what you have and you're lucky to have found that! 😌🤍
good morning.. yes i agree that beauty is intrinsic, and also that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
btw this was a poem written as a teenager, when i doubted my looks, [lol] but have published it as a seenager with a few amendments
am happy as i am, and grateful to God for all that he has given me. have a good day, dear, tc
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