All About Beauty

Maybe when I’m old, then gone, they’ll talk boldly of me

Paint word pictures of the thought I gave, the care I took

Depict the lines on my face without failing the beauty in them

Knowing I’d want them to tell my whole story of success

All of it, and how, but for them, I’d have failed abjectly

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