The Beautiful Woman

I once pointed out a woman of great beauty;
to a friend of mine, as she passed by;
his response; a good deal more than snooty;
hearing it; might make her cry.

He was so arrogant; he wouldn’t even rate her;
she wasn’t physically a natural beauty;
and he wouldn’t, willingly, choose to date her;
taking her to dinner, he’d consider a duty.

Instead, he picked out all her physical flaws;
he said she lacked beauty, for those reasons;
considering his answers, caused me to pause;
all beauty is displayed in the proper seasons.

The woman exhibited love, and compassion;
the heat of passion; flowing from inside;
all the great attributes; now out of fashion;
and a natural manner; devoid of pride.

The man who’d spoken in a manner so critical;
harbored such flaws as hate and pride;
he who was so shallow to consider only physcial;
was vulgar and ugly, inside.

They claim beauty’s in the eye of the beholder;
but, that just simply isn’t true;
we gain deeper wisdom, as we grow older;
from within, true beauty comes through.

The eye of the beholder, tells us nothing;
all filth and hatred, lie hiden within;
while eyes see illusion; the mind keeps bluffing;
that’s where fool’s errands, begin.

What we see; isn’t at all, what we get;
love and character: are beauty’s role;
the, ultimate beauty, we haven’t seen yet;
for truth and beauty, reside in the soul.

The Cardboard Breadman