Oh to discover a resolve,
to know just how easy it might have been,
now with years of solitude,
time enough to let one’s heart bend.
The sallow nature of my contempt
for a life beyond any circumstance,
that bellows the societal ill
I might wish to dissuade perchance.
When once sheer beauty is measured
in the safety of love without cost
only known to be a natural inkling,
with little agenda, ascertain no loss.
While walking in a solo atmosphere
there seems always a chaperone
of ugliness, wishing to know beauty,
and yet all along that love is known.
Oh to find the solace in natural age,
when all the soul has found complete
the offering of a peace, some tranquil
response, beauty without we compete.