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Vanities.

Updated on December 15, 2009

It starts in designer jeans,
somewhere around puberty
and ends in depends
and a wheelchair.


It's a holier
than thou attitude,
in the pristine skin
granted by God.


But time erases
its lovely countenance,
and soon the

parchment of our faces
hold the lines
that recite
our final poem.


It has killed many
from Cleopatra
to Marilyn Monroe,
when the realization
of its fragility
cuts far too deep.


It is a thin membrane
hiding the fact that
we are simply
skeletons dressed
in fine flesh.


It takes a large
dose of humble
to accept our mortality
and then ourselves
for what we really are,
temporary decorations
in a disintegrating world.


Abandon the mirror
and study the faces
of those who
were not blessed
with the vanities of life,
You will find your
true reflection there.

-©-MFB III

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      poetlorraine 7 years ago

      did you mean a dose of humility.... some have a lot more humility than others i feel

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      Ralph Deeds 7 years ago from Birmingham, Michigan

      The down slope of the arc is sad.

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      Susan Reid 7 years ago from Where Left is Right, CA

      Very true. Beauty is ephemeral and even those lucky enough to possess the skin deep version may not be equally attractive inside. I liked this poem very much. MM

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