Time Goes By;
by J. W. Cassandra
You will be in course of time,
a wrinkled, ugly old woman,
if you will live to see it,
no doubt!
What stares back onto you
from the mirror,
is only the monument of
your youth and beauty.
If you take off your youth-disguise,
whether will in the shelter of
your old face remain
any virtue, true, what lends
beauty to your old,
wrinkled-shredded face?
Or is the face a mere reflection of
your evil temper of your youth?
Malice besets your
face, it engraves ugliness
deeper of wrinkles,
and who looks at you, they behold
shivering: Time ran by
too fast!
It deprived you of all your treasure,
if you grew old by
virtues run out;
but virtue makes your old face
splendid, if you had kept it
in your youth.
Goodness, true heart
hide wrinkles
even on a face one hundred and fifty years old;
who builds their lives true,
they stay splendid though they are old.
2006, by J. W. Cassandra
