I Once Was Beautiful

Time, ‘tis he who allows the flowers grow,
Then throws them away as dust on the ground,
Time, ‘tis he who lets beauty come and go,
When he spins and whirls the seasons around.

He changes the living things in the world,
Steals away from us our looks, our beauty,
Leaving only ancient ruins unfurled,
Though he is doing naught but his duty,

He is no villain, no not in the least,

Only he compels us to learn and grow,

With age comes wisdom, like sun in the East,

He will teach us all we will ever know.

 

I remember yes, remember I do,

Of a time when my mind was still young,

When I laughed and played in the water blue,

And each and everyday I danced and sung.

 

I do not resent that he took my youth,

Otherwise I’d be forever a child,

I’d rather be old, and know of truth,
Than live ignorant, juvenile, and wild.

But indeed, for this I have paid a price,

Now my air, my energy has faded,

But no, this exchange has no major vice,

For never will I ever feel jaded.

 

Now I am aged and may seem pitiful,
But I tell you, I once was beautiful.

Reviews

[Yara]

Such a beautiful poem! Full of wisdom, life and knowledge. :D

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

This was terribly well crafted and universal, it tamed my harshest inner critic.

[Cristiana Joy]

There is such truth in your words! Well said.

[LunarSong]

Love the poem, it's great!

[Night]

Wow.

I love the last line. Nice poem too. Good job :)

[Ruth]

This is simply divine and spoken, I could see this working so well love! A beautiful reflection..reaches out at the heart! xx

[Larry Dyson]

love the analogies and the flow and rhythm..very moving and poignant

[Lane-roe]

Beautiful!

[The old me]

amazing.