Everything that was of an animal born
Must slowly yield to tear and be worn,
Your deceptive charm debates with time
Soliciting some seconds more of show,
Whether this is granted the heavens know
But in the end the waiting bells must chime.
You walk gaily the unconquered beauty
With strides that make saints feel guilty,
And casting eyes that make pilgrims pause,
As the glowing sun slowly casts its shadow
Upon your refinement and glittering glow,
You will be left to mourn your steady loss.
Truly, every flesh degrades with the marching time.our disguise is exposed.Loved reading the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true. everythhing ages