Ode On Beauty
David Enyedy
Beauty has never stood on black high heels
Nor has it worn a sultry, skin-tight dress
It’s a cliché, beauty within’s ideal
A trait oft forgot in our shallowness
An idea, not thing, beauty can’t be seen
And so beauty stays as you would want it
Forever showing a person’s merit
As well as ensuring the eye ain’t mean
Though beauty is oft perceived as skin-deep
Eventually true beauty always shines through
Like salmon going upstream with a leap.
Someone will find the true beauty in you.