The Ugly In It
I've seen some ugly faces
I've thought some ugly thoughts
I've lost some ugly battles
I never should've fought
I've worn some ugly styles
I've written ugly songs
I've tried to find the places
To keep ugly where it belongs
It takes a sharp eye and a tender heart
To recognize the ugly in it
Now you may say that beautiful
All boils down to taste
That one man's treasure is another's
Refuse, trash or waste
But me, I've got my spyglass
And I'm locked into the world
And I'll be just fine so long as I
Can spot the ugly girls
It takes a sharp eye…
I've always heard these voices
That never made no sense
And I've made a couple choices --
I still come to their defense
Now the house is dark, the walls are plain
There's sackcloth on the mirrors
My face is old, but the cares of old
have begun to disappear
And the words that define beautiful
Have faded into the past
So I won't be so struck by the ugly
When I finally uncover the glass
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2020
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