Ode To That Beyond Beauty
The beautiful
I ask this of thee
What shall you get as time passes?
I will kneel to you in our youthful intrigue
but I expect a bow in our ancient reprieve
For as things change so will you
Your beauty will pass quickly
along with your arrogance brought by birth
For though you flash in exquisite fashion
My elegant words remain undeniably immortal
As the erosion of time wears you down
I shall be sculpted by the weathered winds of wisdom
for you beauty will never bring respect nor validation
Your beauty shall never endow you with status
your allure shall bring you lust, till age morphs desire into contempt
When your time has passed you will die yearning the past
Unable to look at yourself through the eyes of the old
I though, shall age with weathered eyes full of passion
I will gain that which shall never be yours
be it esteem, or comfort of what cannot be seen
I will hold death telling him of what I saw today
you shall beg death to remember of what you once where
So enjoy your time youthful beauty, for it is very short
It is but a flash
Indeed, just a flicker of what the talented will enjoy
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