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Passing Beauty.

Updated on March 28, 2017

Passing Beauty.


In the end,

amidst stained sheets,

sweat beaded forehead,

and I.V.'s not like those of

a morning glory's bloom.

When your last gasps of

precious air begin to fade,

to encroaching darkness,

all that was beautiful haunts you

Your mothers loving face,

that first kiss from

the girl next door,

the taste of frozen custard,

the cream of life remembered

on your parched lips.

Warm sun and beaches,

all the passion you emptied

into frenzied flesh.

Love and laughter,

and the sweet innocence

in the eyes of your children,

all fading on the barely heard

" I love you's," from your family

gathered around you,

as you cross the boundary

of beauty lost, into the

astounding .............everafter.



In The Launching Of Another Year.


Hung up on the

birthday balloon

of my advancing age,

I am floating towards

the obscuring clouds

of Alzheimer's oblivion.

Strung out by the fact

that I will never touch

the paradise of youth again,

I become a helium filled

slightly shriveled form

of flesh tones slipping away.

Soon I will be a tiny speck

disappearing into the vast

universe of humanity lost.

Sadly there is not enough

cake and ice cream to

weigh me down,

but even so I indulge

in a gluttonous celebration

of my yesterdays vanquished.


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    • thevoice profile image

      thevoice 7 years ago from carthage ill

      sadly mu mother her mothers and father God loves its hard great hub I care all goes well mike

    • Micky Dee profile image

      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      I need something to weigh me down now. Thanks!

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