The real beauty

Till your puberty, you have a face
You are born with.
Till marriage, you get a face
You aspire to have.
Till menopause, you have a face
You strive to retain.
Past menopause, you are left with a face
You deserve to carry.
Real beauty is one past menopause too.
15.12.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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