YRKB
10-06-2013, 02:03 PM
An unfortunate truth
Favours a coveted elite;
Who, unfettered in youth -
Turn heads on the street.
The world is their oyster,
Their wish it's command;
Those with the currency
Of most value to man.
Beauty.
Truthfully, without finances -
Or so much as bread -
For those who steal our glances;
Hope is not dead.
Without great wit, persona or mind;
The aid of good looks -
Casts one a lifeline.
Whether it's right, people can debate -
That beauty, great Beauty,*
Should secure any fate;
Though thoughts and the physical,
Like water and air;
Though of use, one invisible -
The other's indulgence all can share.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown
Favours a coveted elite;
Who, unfettered in youth -
Turn heads on the street.
The world is their oyster,
Their wish it's command;
Those with the currency
Of most value to man.
Beauty.
Truthfully, without finances -
Or so much as bread -
For those who steal our glances;
Hope is not dead.
Without great wit, persona or mind;
The aid of good looks -
Casts one a lifeline.
Whether it's right, people can debate -
That beauty, great Beauty,*
Should secure any fate;
Though thoughts and the physical,
Like water and air;
Though of use, one invisible -
The other's indulgence all can share.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown