Hidden Beauty

 Every tad day,

We grow a little more invisible..

In youth and it's hey day..

You are serenaded .. Your youth visible!

Then your middle age marches in.. mid-day

You know you are the background music, felt light

You march on to being older, wiser.. pale twilight

You notice.. you are noticed lesser.. each day..

You almost learn to love your solitude...

Little do they know.. that this day..

You have more to serenade than that lost heyday..

That lost heyday  in youth's altitude

Wider hips, grey hair , puffy eyes, creepy skin and wrinkles

Hark! Those days await...everyone someday

But the strength is in knowing... beyond age's wrinkles

That you now no longer care ..what the world thinks...

I guess  that strength is worth living to that someday!

Without a care...Me thinks!

That is the  beauty .. Hidden beauty to serenade everyday!