Beauty's in the eye of the beholder,
I find this to be true,
For what is lovely to my eye,
May not be so to you.
People age and alter,
Their hair turns coarse and gray,
But if their souls are beautiful,
Attraction never fades.
Wrinkles steal their youth,
And time, it ever chases.
The young and fairest countenance,
Turns into aged faces.
Courage, knowledge, humor,
Is fairest to behold.
Patience, kindness, tolerance,
Are valued traits of old.
Beauty is fast and fleeting,
It dims as does the day.
Admire what's inside the soul,
That's where true beauty lay.
