Beyond Beauty - Poem by Wayne Bowen
A wilting rose no longer with
elegance or status
no more to be set above
the others and desired.
Now cast aside with faded
color and wrinkled body.
Eyes no longer look with awe
No thought of beauty within now,
only enjoyment given in the past.
How long will satisfaction last
when measured only by beauty?
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