On beauty and posterity

I would write a poem to beauty
but
a soul is of the surface
not
life is much more magical
and comical and tragical
:)
The hope
when we are gray
and youth has gone it's way
that
the mirror will tell a tale
of a fully balanced scale
on skin lines of truth
not scars of lost youth
Aging is not a slow bleed but a ripening.

On Being

Lines of life
pain and strife
Color this canvas of skin

Sweetest wines
Sourest rinds
Soften this fabric of skin

This cloak of color
That softly covers
This sole heart
Within