Do you remember playing with paper dolls?
Their clothes were held together by folding tabs.
Did they get their inspiration from fashion mags?
Wedding dresses, swimwear, sportswear cocktail dresses.
An array of shoes, accessories, makeup, some couture lessons?
What happens when you play with a paper body?
They wither over time like dried-out flowers.
Touched by tiny grubby hands, some delightful hours.
Fading beauty, ingrained creases; a body tattered.
The love to play is all that ever mattered.
Are our beauty not the same?
A body once feisty, dynamic, energetic.
A skin so soft and plump, no need for anything cosmetic.
Conscious of your appearance, society’s inspiration.
Surely you received the highest accolation.
What happens when your beauty fades?
Beautiful crow's-feet etched around the corners of your eyes.
Evidence where happiness and laughter lies.
Hair streaked with silver flashes, undeniable wisdom shines.
Your beauty stolen by a thief called Time,
Yet never your wit, grace and love, so it was no crime.
Physical beauty faded away, but your inner beauty forever remain.
You inspired not in vain- talents, creativity and strength to attain.
Fading beauty, ingrained creases; a body tattered.
The love to live is all that ever mattered.
YOU ARE READING
Pharos Beckons
PoetryWriting is my escape. -Johanna Hefer- Writing is the painting of the voice -Voltaire- To survive you must tell stories -Umberto Eco- To write means more than putting pretty words on a page; the act of writing is to share a part of your soul with the...
