Yesterday's beauty is mayhap unattractive today.
Youth is short-lived; it changes every hour of the day.
At times, what remain are the core and the essence.
As we all know, the prevailing factor is common sense.
Babies are born with their beautiful smile,
But will return to the tombs with an eerie style.
Yesterday's beauty will regrettably vanish,
With time. Weakness will crop up in their niche.
In spite all, time is not the foreign nemesis;
We are. Because our expectations and analyses
Are hollow, unrealistic, and unconvincing.
Spring flowers and the fall leaves will become dirt,
To nourish the soil and the women cougars will flirt,
In vain. Beauty is relative, and time is eternally king.
Copyright © January 2017 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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