This is the kind of spontaneous nonsensical thought that shows up out of nowhere.
Beauty’s Tide
I watch a certain TV lady; See her daily. She has reached the peak of beauty, But She doesn't know it. Doesn’t know because She doesn’t know its opposite - Not yet.
Still there are signs to spot: The thinning hairline; Traces under eyes when she’s been working hard; No sign of crepe-y neck. Not yet. No jowl-y chin, skin smooth and tight; No ******* falling; Waist still small. One of a certain age can tell.
The menopause that takes no pause - Facing just the right decade, Beauty’s manifested light will fade, But she, her gifts Will probably not choose facelifts Or any kind of lift at all. Her mind will shine - charisma too. She will reach out to the ones who view Until she decides - not to.