Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Her beauty sat
uneasy on her,

it knew
the crow’s feet

and lines
would come

soon enough
and the skin stretch

until the bones
showed through,

but what
was a beautiful girl

like her to do,
but gaze at vanity's

mirror until the ripples
came like aging tides

this poem would seem to speak to the old saying, "If you got it, flaunt it !"
so true, dadio....

thank you, Saw.