Behold the diabolical faces,
As they explore the lens at scaled paces,
For beauty is in the beholder,
And this truth, I am here to shoulder.
See the grace of aging,
Like fine-wine maturing,
The older,
The bolder.
Beyond skin-deep,
Far down the wisdom we keep,
In the joy that we spread,
In the stories that we’ve read.
It’s in the wrinkles, the experience,
And within the confidence that comes with perseverance.
Unplumbed in the strange,
Tucked in grace.
Let it boast – the beauty,
Not just for the sake of duty,
For the uniqueness in our fine,
To celebrate, divine!
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“The mirror reflects perfectly; it makes no mistakes because it doesn’t think. To think is to make mistakes.”
Paulo Coelho