Perhaps one day I'll join the rest
beauties placed upon the stage
embodying nature's tendency
to demonstrate the female grace
between the age of young to old
each so comely in their way
time will dictate consequence
though forward movement will occur
a legacy that all must face
to embody their own display
a statement made by design
as age descends with every year
perhaps one day I'll join the rest
with myself as the result
creating style along the way
pure ascetic holding sway.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190729.
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