Old & Beautiful

I always found/find old faces beautiful

 

What´s this infatuation with youth?
Always been a real baffler to me ...
Young faces,
no wrinkles, no lines of laughter, of sorrow, of life.

And, more puzzling still,
what´s this crazed race in wiping out the wrinkles that you´ve got,
of nipping and tucking and lifting
and turning a perfectly unique face, your face,
into a maybe perfect face, but no longer unique, let alone you?

It´s the old faces I find truly beautiful ...
Every wrinkle and experience,
every line a memory,
every little bit of "upholstry" a day of good - maybe too good - living ...

Why would I want to wipe that out?
Wipe out my life?
To become ... who? What?

No, no, Claudia Schiffer, Heidi Klumm - be safe!

I don´t want your face, your hips or your b***s ...

I want to be .... like a weathered old mountain,
a rain-beaten coast,
a battered, ragged canyon.
a wind-whipped sandune ...

I want to age like the earth or the stars or the moon,
craters and all ...

I want to be like ... Raminder Pal´s Gran
- old and happy and beautiful ...
and, yes. one day, alas ... dead ... well, gone, moving on ...
To come back again ... ready to earn every new wrinkle of my new life ...

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  Isn´t THAT a beautiful face? - Also beautiful photos, taken by Raminder Pal Singh of his Gran (who, as he put it, "said good-bye to this world" last month.
I love these two photos, as indeed I love all his photos ... Raminder is a wonderfukl photographer (many of the Sikh, Golden Temple pics were actually been taken by him) and, yes, he is a Sikh.