A Beauty Hint Poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

A Beauty Hint

Rating: 3.0

Sweet, think how much the better it would be
If you thro' life should thus preserve your beauty.
It really doesn't matter much to me;
But don't you think you owe the world a duty,
And don't you think that thro' some kindly thought -
Of me, for instance - beauty were well bought?

Those wrinkles on your face, dear,
Those bags beneath your eyes
Are but the evil trace, dear,
Of temper, spite and lies.
Why can't you be a saint, dear,
Like dear old Joan of Arc;
Be pleasant - which you ain't, dear,
And do not be a nark.

Consider, sweetheart, if you smiled always
How much, thro' weeks, your face might be improving;
In place of which, in these unhappy days,
You go to beauty shops for the removing
Of wrinkles, blemishes and ugly warts.
Why, when a smile will serve, seek these resorts?

Why can't you raise a grin, sweet,
And be a little beauty?
For ugliness is sin, sweet,
And loveliness a duty.
So, for my sake, why can't you make
An effort to he glad.
Just think of me and joyful be;
For I am not too bad.

Dr Dillip K Swain 30 October 2021

Those wrinkles on your face, dear.......endearing expression! A great poem.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 30 October 2021

When he died at the age of 61, the Prime Minister of Australia Joseph Lyons suggested he was destined to be remembered as the 'Australian Robert Burns'.BUT he IS the Aussie Clarne!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 29 October 2021

Most beautiful advice and with much love expressed.5 Stars fullest

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Chinedu Dike 29 October 2021

Well expressed thoughts and feelings. Thanks for sharing this interesting piece.

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Esselebor Ebhojie 29 October 2021

Enthralling call to embrace affection.I am thrilled

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