In The Twighlight Of Twenty Eighteen Poem by John Sensele

Blessings, graces and favours cling
Waste not your best shot on a fling
Neither should you idolize nor aggrandize bling

For your best assets lie deep inside
Surpassing the bubbly beauty outside
Putting puny pride to a side

As more purposeful grows your pilgrimage
To elevate your spiritual and mental image
Rather than flattering or fiddling with petty plumage

Scintillating like petals of a flower one moment
Succumbing and surrendering a moment later in torment
Slain at sunset with neither further ado nor cursory comment

Splashing in your mouth a tangy taste
For such a pitiful pursuit in a haste
To reap and heap into your pale palms a drowsy dose of distate.