Beauty
she was a beauty
in her day
before she faded
into grey
eyes once clear blue
now watery wise
they’ve seen the truth
and looked through lies
peers at her world
through an invisible veil
no one steals a glance
or asks her to tell
her stories, adventures
that could fill a book
it’s all still there
if they would only look
for beauty persists
in those ancient eyes
and wisdom is beauty
faintly disguised
life is etched
in those delicate lines
crinkled lips hold secrets
of good and terrible times
she has sat through storms
and committed sins
knows what to lose
and how to win
we see an old lady
but we see her all wrong
her heart has a story
her breath is her song
Tina Cathleen MacNaughton
Jan 2021