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Thursday, August 4

Withered Beauty





The one who created me called me beautiful,
Apple of the eyes
A vision
A sight to behold

I was young once,
Vibrant
Robust
Full of life

Then I blossomed to maturity
Dainty
Delicate
An epitome of beauty
Loved by many, envied by most

Now, I’m past my prime
Aged
Frail
Weathered
Time has passed me by

They say beauty withers, therefore I am.


~my entry for Magpie Tales

10 comments:

the green breaker said...

How do we ever transcend from inanimate to existence without beautiful words. Nicely prompted, Kuya Nate. :)

Erratic Thoughts said...

Oh! I Liked the closing lines...especially "Time has passed me by"..
You described different ages of life so beautifully..

Leo said...

beauty withers but character stays. :) i like this poem. :)

Helen said...

No withering here at all .. a beautiful, strong poem.

Nate said...

@joe: aww.. thanks bunsoy!! you're the sweetest! though, i think your piece is better.. :)

@erratic thoughts: thank you, ma'am for your kind words! i really appreciate it..

@leo: true!! thank you,

@helen: true, ma'am! age is only in the mind.. thank you for your kind words!

the green breaker said...

Ngek, better pa ang saken sa lagay? Tsaka master ka naman talaga. Nosebleed ako eh. Hehe :D

gsb3 said...

This is a sad poem, but like others have said, the good news is that there is much more to life than what our body looks like or does. Life is an exchange. As we lose some things, we gain others. We can be grateful for both.

Nate said...

@gsb3: life really is an exchange, sir. thank you for visiting my blog and for leaving a comment!

Tess Kincaid said...

Everyone should have the chance in life to be the apple of someone's eye.

Nate said...

@tess kincaid: i totally agree.. thanks for vivisting my blog, and leaving a comment..

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