Good-Looking Never Grows Old Poem by Richard Antwi

Once rocked and trampled
Hurricanes of a lifetime

That hit me hard
While hopes but vanished

Groping and circling in the dark
But with firm belief in God

Out of dusky, shone thinly light
Lit that hugely grew in bits

To my darkness incapacitated
The world for me
Changed entirely

Sunless days, turned to sunny days
My good-looking
That never grows old

Multiply returned, as
‘Good-looking never grows old'