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
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