“ To Face The Sun ” ~ a price to pay ~

Your face

If still be fit

As such to claim,

Burns now

As though aflame,

In crimson colors,

To the observer

Who thinks of woe,

He can but utter wow!


Take heart ye friend

Who suffered same,

With well done skin

And face ablaze,

Until in vain,


Turns haze to pain,

And the experience

Leaves but a blur,

Sanctioning fools

To face the sun,

And pay the price

To calcinate again!