You Get More And More Pretty
Why do women get more and more pretty
As they cast off all their affectations?
Your body washed clean by the years
Flies through infinity like heavenly metal
Untouched by vanity or worldly esteem,
Pure, cool, clear essence of being
Living, moving, responding to its desires.
Will it take centuries for women to learn
That this is how a woman should be?
When you're standing still in silence
You are truly a creature made by God.
Sometimes I am secretly astounded
As you get more and more pretty.