Original Poems

5 Customs – 1

 Perfecting lies,
 The truth we fudge.
 We judge on looks;
 We love to judge --
 Deciding fast
 We then don't budge.

 But truly, persons,
 People are:
 The body just
 A mason jar,
 A file cabinet,
 Railroad car,

 Containing all
 That matters most:
 The beauty that's
 Within the ghost
 Uniquely placed
 In just one host.

 So look at each
 Within their booth
 And know: real beauty
 Is in truth.

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 "Who says that fictions only and false hair
  Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?"
   -- George Herbert, "Jordan (I)"

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