Beauty, Like Energy, Cannot Be Lost
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1 min readMay 28, 2017
A gorgeous knockout
at twenty five. At sixty five,
your grace remains.
Your smile could
shiver a man’s loins,
and your lifted lips still can.
The brash girl still ghosts
the even better face
of the older woman.
No good part of you has been lost.
The years make you more
formidable. You know
the power of your wrinkles.
Your laughter sings out simply:
I am old, but I am beautiful, still.
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