Lens

Withered flowers are evidence of beauty.
Our eyes need look harder as rule of duty.

Saggy diapers running away thru the shag.
A joy wrinkled smile breaks the face of a hag.

There is ugly & pretty in everything.
Perfect imperfections allow souls to sing.

If you are affronted by the sight of flaws…
Don’t turn. Lean closer. For there’s probable cause.

Looking past surfaces oft reveals surprise;
Whether wearing gloom or invitation’s guise.

In short, appeal is so much a murky theme.
Clear waters divine no perfection supreme.