Rare Find Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

It’s a rare find these days,

to find a beautiful mature person.

It’s is either

beautiful and still a baby,

or matured and ugly.

not because it’s the natural law,

but because most of us grow,

bringing with us negativity.

It’s not just because of the law of gravity,

that the skin sags and

eye bugs dropp in asymmetry

but more because of keeping under our skin,

resentment, frustrations

unforgiveness,

anger and envy.

and I’m not pointing here

mere physical beauty.





We can still grow old gracefully,

maybe not physically pretty.

but we can dress our personality

with grace, kindness and congeniality.

It doesn’t need an expensive jewelry

to show or bring out the best in us.



a warm smile than a frown

a cheerful disposition than a “feeling down”

for sure can make us grow with inner calm.



like an unattractive duckling

into graceful swan

or like an ugly caterpillar

into a beautiful butterfly.

or like a pure gold

that keeps its luster

despite the passage of time.



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*dedicated to the beautiful people I met though they are old, but still remain beautiful inside and outside. May your tribe increase.