Beauty

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder And it changes as the beholders get older As it ceases thinness and becomes less colder In the matter resident in the chamber above the shoulder For every mistake he has suffered a smolder And his careful reasoning has grown bolder Oh how sure life is a moulder I know what it is to melt at the sight The cleavage wrapped around fabric so tight And darkness creeps and dilutes the mind's light Imagination takes off in unguided flight The desirous persuasion cuffs the man's might The beckoning conscience slowly loses the fight One yielding and he is charred with blight Only to wake up another victim of plight I know what it is to stray and deem justified Wrongs whose wrongness remain unclassified To have excuses modified To have exceptions fortified But still the suffering intensified For we reaped of defiance well defied Our giving measure came back amplified Why then won't we be petrified? Heaven and earth are witnesses That before us are ills and wellnesses That though the choice bears offenses It bears much good and righteousness That any Godly man harnesses Though the path narrows and hard-presses No way else gloriously cloaks and dresses K. Muitherero.