Beauty like the sun does not age. The sun does not lose its vibrancy nor does a being when beauty flowers within. Beauty flows through us from birth to death and we bask in its glory throughout our life not just in the youth-filled years of ignorance nor in our dotage. It is the chalice of wonder from which we are all destined to drink. So get a cup full and savor it (and don't get hit dazed in the middle of the crosswalk.)

A brutally real poem.