The skin unblemished, clear,
golden tanned, summer kisses,
the age of youth, shines bright,
beauty, the gift of the young.

But youth is dissatisfied,
always looking for instant fixes,
to decorate ones body at sixteen,
a mural of tattoos, a body of art.

What happens when twilight comes,
the body filled with wrinkles,
tattoos distorted, even ugly,
once envied, once sort after.

Being young is fleeting,
external beauty fades if you blink,
to age gracefully, time will tell,
tattoos acquired cannot be deleted.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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