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:
How do we ever transcend from inanimate to existence without beautiful words. Nicely prompted, Kuya Nate. :)
Oh! I Liked the closing lines...especially "Time has passed me by"..
You described different ages of life so beautifully..
beauty withers but character stays. :) i like this poem. :)
No withering here at all .. a beautiful, strong poem.
@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!
Ngek, better pa ang saken sa lagay? Tsaka master ka naman talaga. Nosebleed ako eh. Hehe :D
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.
@gsb3: life really is an exchange, sir. thank you for visiting my blog and for leaving a comment!
Everyone should have the chance in life to be the apple of someone's eye.
@tess kincaid: i totally agree.. thanks for vivisting my blog, and leaving a comment..
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