The Death of True Beauty
THE DEATH OF TRUE BEAUTY
Nothing can climb without falling
But the dynamic seems to be descent
Industriousness out shouted natures calling
Now I can’t find where nature went
How many times has that bell tolled?
The ringing sounds just like a telephone
Recipients, ones who are the bought and sold
Buy and sell beyond flesh and bone
The pandemic of humanity
The ugliest of vanity
A city is just another word for insanity
I had forgotten the sound of beauty
Of the wind strumming the trees
I long to soak in the obbligato
Of a world before an ear could hear
Copyright © Clay Young Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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