There’s a place
In a women’s mind,
Bides visual acuity
Which envisages,
The innate grace
Of another’s face,
Neath the surface
Of a ravaged hide,
A setting for senescence…
It’s said her acuteness
Detects outside,
The blurry measure
Of fated declivity,
Glimpsed thru eyes
Capable of obscuring,
The scaring havocs
Of life’s journey,
Save what lives within
Speaks beyond time
Marred by chagrin,
Actuates her visual acuity!