From Strut to Swagger

Poem describing the changing of seasons.

From Strut to Swagger

By Debby Payne

The youthful beauty and sweetness

ages quickly but still with flair.

The all-concealing coverage

has uncaringly been stripped bare.

The crooked limbs and deep-scarred skin

on grand display for all to stare.

Each season a beauty to behold

a strut for the young, and a swagger for the old.

With youthful style they bend and twist

begging for lookers to envy

they are too young to understand

the power of inner beauty

The older group so grand and noble

sway so gently from side to side

a sweet ballet of strength and grace

it’s sure to fill your soul with pride.

Nature’s way of changing seasons

while breathtaking to watch unfold

most won’t take the time to enjoy

as they rush to their season of old.