Young And Beautiful - Poem by Selena Miranda
What is beauty...
when the mind is empty,
and the soul is numb?
It is a gift of youth,
but a curse of the old.
Being young and beautiful,
why should there be knowledge in my mind?
Old and raggedy,
the wasted years of youth are remembered.
What has life given you?
Beauty and the opportunity to grow...
too bad the only thing that grew in this garden are the weeds of vanity.
Too late to chop the weeds in my garden,
when they have hold over every surface in sight.
Young and beautiful,
even roses wither and die.
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