The Elusive Fountain

Life had begun to leave its mark on her skin.

for years, it only scarred up her heart.

Masking the pain and the struggles within,

slowing tearing each of them apart.

But now from the outside, the damage appeared -

like the small cracks unseen on a dam.

Leaving its witnesses, filled up with fear,

effects to reckon with, this battering ram.

Age is nothing to fear, they say,

only the tabloids will tell you the truth

Surgery is only the gateway,

to the perpetual fountain of youth.

So, we distort and arrange with folly,

the parts we no longer employ.

For those, remember me moments, melancholy,

that we once had the mind to enjoy