Surely you've seen the wreckage beauty brings? <br />Beauty. <br />Is it your youth you see in the waves <br />of my hair, so readily sheared in the heat <br />of summer - or anger - fleeting only to leave <br />you with brittle ghosts of gray? Is it my soul <br />you imagine born of angels, while fumbling <br />for my devils in the dark? <br /> <br />Beauty is treacherous business; <br />waters too shallow for diving unprotected. <br />Far better for us both if you see me <br />as average. Homely, even. <br />Allow my better qualities a shot at the podium. <br />So guard your expectations <br />and I'll mind my manners, <br />and we may just make it to breakfast. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(inspired by Billy Collins' 'Nightclub')<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fool-to-consider-me-beautiful/
