One day your looks will dissipate
Like the steam from boiling water
Gradually but inevitably
Your physicality will falter
Superficiality
Is joyous to an extent
When you're young and exploring life
But you can't always depend
On materials and shallow links
To bring you what a connection can
When you're on your death bed
Whether wealthy or simply meeting ends
Superficiality fades
When all you crave is to hold a hand