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Eye of the Beholder

Told beauty is in the eye of the beholder I realize I’m getting uglier as I grow older, My fair skin is now blotched and fine-lined And any beauty increasingly hard to find. Mirrors, constant purveyors of bad news, Only bring solace when I realize, for sure, People who look at me see different views! Written July 16, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/17/2022 10:18:00 PM

I love this "Mirrors, constant purveyors of bad news," I look in my mirror and say " Hi Dad!" every day! He had the wildest hair and the most happy eyes!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/18/2022 8:32:00 AM

That's such a wonderful picture and practice. I look a lot like my father.

Michael Tor

Date: 7/16/2022 3:09:00 PM

Milton you have aged well. Your picture says to me a man of the age of 55-60. Father time has an affect on us less on some and more on others. It is a good thing that Beauty is not just an outward sign but can reflect what is inside a person, and sometimes that beauty inside is what is really important in life...

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/16/2022 3:18:00 PM

Oh, Michael, I would say that is always true! The picture of me was taken probably fifteen or twenty years ago (when I was dying my hair!). I have my grandfather's solid white hair now. I don't really think I'm ugly, but I'm not a looker!

Ann Foster

Date: 7/16/2022 2:19:00 PM

They don't see the you, that is really you. Only a few get that close in our lives. Well done. This is a great read. Ann

L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/16/2022 3:17:00 PM

That is so true, Ann. But, I am a pretty transparent person. Sometimes I can't believe how much of myself I have shared here on Poetry Soup.