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

[Lovely Lady]

Beautiful!
~lovely

[Geralyn Miller]

Good write, but, I fear, a bit mistaken. You are as beautiful as you feel and behave. Those who act ugly, are ugly. I am a lot older than you, and hell, yes, I am beautiful!

[zainub]

that was such a beautiful poem, i read it like three times.
beauty comes from within and that never really fades, one may feel being swept up with the whirlwind of time but the eternal beauty from within never dims.

[Desert Dreamer]

We are all flowers and when our beauty fades we are left with the seeds of wisdom.

[Cassiopia Summers]

This is FANTASTIC! Spoken from a pool of wisdom itself. Wonderful job.

[Voice]

This is very good! I love your imagery. Great write!!

Voice