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Of Beauty

What of age of beauty , does it not seek out only the young? Or can one keep it near with help of loved ones ever so dear? What of the newness of beauty? Does it not weaken year after year? Does it not weaken with each little tear? Tears that are shed from eyes that have seen too much of the world Too much joy and too much pain, From what there is too little to lose or to gain. What of beauty unto itself? Does that even truly exist? Or simply a pleasantry we wish to persist? For I am not beautiful as so many insist.

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Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 7/19/2019 10:19:00 PM

Very honest and hard-hitting verse, Louise, and I enjoyed it very much ... lots of great stuff in this one, and while it is a bit melancholy, there is much beauty in it. Loved it - blessings! :o) <3 (You haven't posted in an while - I fear you've left us?)

Louise Kwalton
Date: 7/21/2019 5:31:00 PM

No I’ve not left. Personal issues have gotten in the way my being here. Hopefully it will be too much longer before I am posting again. Thank you for your comment about this poem. It came from the depths of my soul.