Youth Fade
I am old and fading,
My petals wilt away.
My makeup looks
Like war paint,
It looks old
And stained.
But within me
Still is beauty.
Just look and
You will see.
Not far behind is glory,
Wisdom there is too.
The years I've lived
They show.
Like a worn out
Well read book.
But one that
Was well loved
Open up and take
A look.
P. Contreras
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