poem

 BeautifulSome people are beautiful Only when they smileOthers seem loveliestWhen wracked with sorrowI used to thinkYou could only be one or the other;The one who looks at the cameraOr the one who turns away.We all let down our guard at some pointShow the thing we think is sacred Some let you take what you wantFor as long as you likeOthers will only let you borrow I don't know what I amI refuse to inhabit a faceMy smiles are subterfuge I look ridiculous when joyousAnd wrecked when I cryThere are two rational responses to all this .One is to say that everyone is always beautifulBut it takes a lifetime to knowExactly where to look for it, and how The other is to say beauty is a fiction,That nothing is ever beautiful or ugly,That the so-called beautiful things you seeAre just the times when everything falseFalls away and a certain glanceCaptured at a certain time of dayIs like the delicate dewdropHanging from a bent Blade of grass,Just before it falls.5/9/22

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - May 9, 2022 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs