Modest Venus
Someone once told me,
“It’s the inside that really matters.”
We are groomed to believe,
“you can’t judge a book by its cover.”
Yet, these words deceive us,
They cover the cold truth.
Exterior beauty can only go so far
Before its elixir runs dry.
It’s shallow looks and vanity,
Which drives the human existence.
Without exterior beauty,
Procreation would halt.
However, when skin starts to sag,
And hair turn grey,
That’s when interior beauty shines.
She is beautiful and wise in her age,
Learned from the age of tradition.
Corruption in society feeds us lies,
But are they really false?
Isn’t the true definition of beauty
Represented from the inside out?
Balance.
Balance in life, balance in
Our own selfishness and humility.
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