“Beauty is variable, ugliness is constant.” ~Douglas Horton
Ugly
I know someone who’s quite ugly
I speak not of their face
They have a blemish that make-up
And lipstick can’t erase
Their eyes are quite alluring and
Their cheeks have pinkish hue
But despite their pretty face
They’re ugly through and through
They think only about themselves
And about their own views
They’d never be caught dead walking
A mile in your shoes
They think that they are always right
And never are at fault
They think because they’re pretty that
Their words do not insult
They have entitlement issues
They think the world does owe
Because of good genetics that
They’re so eager to show
One day life will slap the wrinkles
Right into their faces
And they won’t have their good looks to
Get into our good graces
Time will pull down on their skin
And make their eyes look tired
All the make-up in the world
Won’t make them more desired
And then they’ll have to face the truth
Which will cause them to pout:
They won’t have courage, grace and love
To make true beauty sprout
Youthful skin won’t hide their scowl
Or their lack of peace
Their true selves will be magnified
With every facial crease
And that’s when ugly people have
A slice of humble pie
When skin-deep beauty starts to be
In very short supply
When they cannot do anything
To stop what nature takes
When their vision starts to go
And when their body aches
They start to realize that they’re
Not perfect after all
Maybe they contributed
To every single brawl
And maybe then they’ll be able
To say “I’m sorry too”
“Now I see that the whole blame
Did not lay just on you”
It takes two people to argue
And to engage in war
Fights happen when one puts down
Their foot and says, “No more!”
To the beautiful uglies
Who are so conceited
Keep in mind what is in store
For your beauty ahead
Remember that your flesh and bone
Lasts only a few years
Everything that’s physical
One day just disappears
True beauty’s in virtues like
Benevolence and grace
And doesn’t have the slightest thing
To do with your cute face
~Miro
