Can't Be Bought

Beauty can’t be bought

it isn’t contained in a magic bottle

if it was, it’d only wrought

 

rust would overthrow it

age would devour it

it would rank low

 

love shows the illusion

it’s inside that counts

it’s a fusion

 

the heavens may be your answer

look up and surrender

it isn’t like cancer

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

EJ Smith

I like the simplicity and powerful truth of this poem. Nice job!

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