Beauty Wrinkle Not Poem by Adams King

Let beauty he born and bred
and do not fade like the melting wax
Conquered by the tortures of time

Let days go round and roll
and do not wither my reddish rose
Like greens hunted by harmattan

Let age stand firm and motionless
Like a royal guard
When beauty like an enticing fruit be

Let time be cursed never to take
but to give by it's repeated strokes
With silent steps from suns to moon

Let the mouth of mother earth be shut
and the doors of grave be closed
to put to rest it's scavenge teeth

Let death be no more
to hang on everyman's end and last
nor shall we feel the stings of time

Let beauty stand on everyman's visage
and vanish not like plumes into the air
nor wane and wash in the sunset of age

Oh beauty wrinkle not
do not be tempted by dawns and days
nor let your vigour be stolen

Oh beauty wrinkle not
and resist to rot or rust
or turn dogs loyal to the dirty dust

Beauty remain like an immortal soul
burning in bloom and brightness
like an unquenchable fire