It wasn't hard

To see her for her looks

A lifetime of this approach

Had left subtle scars.


To be told everyday

That one is beautiful

Only serves

To equate worth

To others visual assessment

Of oneself.


To age gracefully

Is not an option

In those circumstances

And the war against time

Is held on the battlefield

Of the face.


Next time you wish for physical beauty

Just remember the curse it brings

For everyone

Loses to time

In the end.