Beauty

Am I beautiful?
So beautiful to you?

Does my skin glow perfect?
Does my hair shine?
Do my eyes sparkle?
Is my smile divine?

Youth has fleeting moments
Painted lips kissed away
The stale air of lingered love
Evening suns to day

And suddenly not so young
Having places to be
Last of innocence, gone
Woeful adults are we

Can’t be helped, we grow
Years making us older
No one left to care
Beauty doesn’t matter

Now my skin wrinkles
My hair not so fine
But my eyes still sparkle
My smile nonetheless divine

Time is passing
Lives prolong with age
I’m eternally grateful
Your spirit doesn’t change

We’re both old
Your sight has been due
But I’m still beautiful
So beautiful to you