Beauty Inside
Through birth, adolescents, and then through youth
The shapes and colors all remain so new
The shine adheres without dissipating
No rust, nor mar, perfection not fading
A house but built the day before
No cobwebs cling, no warped squeaky floors
All plumbing flows freely, no clogs in sight
All wiring neat and works just right
No chips in the paint
No brown withered weeds
All who look will love
the beauty they see
As all things age, as entropy takes hold
People too, inevitably grow old
Our plumbing leaks
Our paint gets chipped
We try our best to keep all fixed and fit
To hide the signs
Of a life well lived
For people who love beauty
Ugliness is hard to forgive
Limitations, weakness,
cause us to feel ashamed
When truly, it's our looks that are vain
So please, think again before judging looks
For that beat up old building
Hides the beauty age took
Inside cracked windows, if we care to peer
We'd see strong bones not fancy veneers
And a home that holds sweet memories of love
And years doing good, we forget to think of
For youth surely is gorgeous, shiny, and new
But no one yet lived here to know what you've been through
The emptiness of before will now be filled with pictures on walls
And tears in bedrooms, laughter in the halls
So while time decays to the world outside
It gets soaked into our hearts,Putting that beauty inside.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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