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