Vanity (Poetry)
07th October 2012
Is it so vain to wish that time would slow its undue haste
to wrinkle the smooth brow of Youth and thicken that slim waist?
What harm to let the flesh stay firm, allow the skin its bloom? —
Quite soon enough, the senseless corpse decays inside the tomb.
The Beautiful, with most to lose, painstakingly preserve
every inch from head to toe, perfect each plain and curve.
They jog; go daily to the gym; do miracles with cream;
deny cosmetic surgery and propagate the dream...
Is it a sin to cheat the years and foil their thieving game?
Perhaps it’s just the jealous types who label it as vain.
to wrinkle the smooth brow of Youth and thicken that slim waist?
What harm to let the flesh stay firm, allow the skin its bloom? —
Quite soon enough, the senseless corpse decays inside the tomb.
The Beautiful, with most to lose, painstakingly preserve
every inch from head to toe, perfect each plain and curve.
They jog; go daily to the gym; do miracles with cream;
deny cosmetic surgery and propagate the dream...
Is it a sin to cheat the years and foil their thieving game?
Perhaps it’s just the jealous types who label it as vain.