Oldness

Measured in units of beauty or images,

The wrinkling skin, guided by a cautious owner,

Retires into the shade.

Staying there, until the criticism becomes unbearable,

When at last someone declares

“You are ugly”.

 

Ending a life of self-confidence and beginning one of loneliness.

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