Reality

Proverbs 17:6

Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged;
    parents are the pride of their children.

 

Observe

 

Nowhere is beauty expressed as much as in the inner man.

The outside appearance maybe a package neatly wrapped.

But deep within is the test ... or it is steak or spam

A life in subtle coherence ... a lovely kiss or crap

 

Beautiful are some packages but context the opposite

And in some old boxes often many treasures reside.

So many things go wrong through the compromise of this.

That you seldom get what you see as most is based on pride.

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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