You so often used
Your natural beauty
To deceive
And earthly gain
But years became
Your bitter enemy
Lines and wrinkles
Upon your face.
Your cruel heart
And selfish ways
Now much stronger
Can never change
The bitterness of soul
Is living still
A lack of sympathy
Eyes instill.
Now as we
Our time grows old
These simple words
The truth unfolds
Blonde and beautiful
Many years before
As the book is closed
Where do you go ?
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a natural beauty who was both callous deceiving and cruel, it applies to both men and women who are this way inclined
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This speaks to me of physical beauty fading with age, but the kind of person we are endures on. If beauty was our greatest asset while our character remained bitter, what is left when beauty disappears? 🕊️🙏
Exactly my friend, appreciated thanking you
Most welcome, friend🕊️🙏
Norman, this is a thoughtful piece. I especially appreciated the way it ends with "Where do you go?" After everything that comes before it, that question invites a deeper reflection than appearances ever could. Really enjoyed this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking much appreciated my friend
When one is so insecure that one looks for others to be attracted to them physical beauty is important. Age is a harsh judge and one can not wage off the results of it forever. Mirror mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all? Good write
thanking you always appreciated friend
You are most welcome Norman
Too much focus on beauty is vanity and such is the present state of this world.
that is true my friend, thanks appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
Powerful work. You paint this scene well.
thanking you, always appreciated
Good write N. Was it also someone named M who lost their natural beauty.... we know it... waiting for a bus so long?! lol.
the beauty pageant bus lol
Many are like this Norman and get worse with age but I also believe the reverse that there are good people out there who get kinder as they grow older.
Andy
thats correct my friend thanks for read much appreciated
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