My Public Face Is Ruined Poem by Etienne Charilaou
My Public Face Is Ruined
O heart, be not faint
though your face be marred
by unsightly paint.
'Tis but a dot, red and white;
true 'tis a sorry sight;
but thou art not alone,
everyone is prone
to getting shot
by an ugly pimple spot!
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: face,facts
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Etienne Charilaou
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/3/2024 2:31:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
To a man, the most important is to carry a strong-willed mind. O heart, be not faint though your face be marred by unsightly paint............. a wonderful saying.