Why appreciate only the young,
Whose beauty is the luck of genetics,
The bounce of the innocent and free,
Or even artificial falsity?
The middle-aged and the old,
Though they may be beyond their prime,
Are beautiful from a life well lived,
Perhaps the greatest beauty of all.
The grace of a fold in her belly,
The grandeur of a body tested by time,
The gray hair and lines that fill her frame,
The wisdom of life lessons etched in her face.
Middle-aged or old women are beautiful too,
If you have the courage to see them nude.