Ah! How I love my fifties
My looks are good enough for me
And
I don’t need male glances
To tell me
I am beautiful
Ah! How I love my fifties
My looks are good enough for me
And
I don’t need male glances
To tell me
I am beautiful
beauty unsurpassed
not much of a gift
more of a ruination
I am jealous
more of beauty than success
does that make me
a lesser mortal?
when it fades
beauty becomes a curse
for
it is difficult
to let the glory go
beauty
is an irresolute attribute
for
at its prime
instills vanity
but when it fades
it gives way
to a diffident old age
it evolved slowly
or the mindset changed
of beauty
for
I was un-beautiful before
and then
one day
it changed
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she was beautiful
but she thought she was cursed
as everyone shunned her

everything around changes
your beauty shall always remain new
as time passes
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The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.)
This is my idea of a perfect home run….

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I lay on the bed,
Riddled with pain,
My whole body ached,
My mind was not sane.
My skin was sagging,
My eyesight weak,
The night was dragging,
I was turning into a freak.
I wished for health,
I yearned for youth,
I hoped for wealth,
That was the truth.
I waited for the dawn,
I waited for God’s grace,
And as the new sun shone,
I saw my new face.
I was young again,
I again had health,
I had an active brain,
God had given me the ultimate wealth.