BEAUTY'S PRIVILEGE mixed media edition on canvas with original hand-embellishments by the artist (limited edition size of 333 with 33 artist’s proofs) BEAUTY'S PRIVILEGE My Aunt and I sat and talked, She said something I wrongfully thought To be wickedly wise And I mislaid that entire day Being mad The next day she became sick and the next day she collapsed And after that She died As I look back, I see the truth was that my foolish mind Was solely on the defense that one day As we all are from time to time Or day to day And that day was the last day I saw my Aunt While she never knew my anger and never knew the shame that soaks my closing eyes She will also never know the precious effect of my final time with her And though this guilt of conscious Will forever sting These despairs have ushered into sight An appreciation for life Opening my eyes To a better existence that savors every day And a life that has no time for angry words And wasted rage For now my Aunt has left with me the greatest gift of regret That has taught me to accept A life less stressed A life of aging greater sense To Beauty’s privilege