When I look at sweet faces
Celebrating the joy of youthful passion
On these lips which twinkle with careless joy
I see age burrowing deep within
Working relentlessly on the shiny stuff.
The muscles that threaten empires
Fall to the rageless strokes of time
The sun that blazes us with
The juice of life, fills it to the brim
Also sucks it away.
I have seen ruins raising from
Of flowery untruths
And fashion and style
Which sparkle in made-up daylight
In the mirror I curse these eyes
Of mine, which see not
The sharp angles of my nose
Nor my shapely body
But cut deep into the ruins which
Like bamboo sticks support this flowery mass.