There’s a problem in the old wisdom
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
What if the beholder is blind?
Or cockeyed?
Now, we’re thinking.
What I know of beauty,
Is that we all have it
Only in different angles
Or views—
Whatever, light always has a say.
It fades;
It wilts;
It withers;
It wrinkles—
Poor thing is timed.
And the only one
the defies all odds—
Is truth—
and nothing but the truth.
Beautiful truth!