Most of us keep the outer shell in prime condition,
The veneer smooth and shiny silk.
With an experienced eye
Cracks and minor flaws become visible,
Glanced at on an angle,
With the light hitting it just right.
But beautiful packaging is admired, envied,
And accepted at face value
This is why aging inspires fear.
Our ability for veneer upkeep wanes with the passing years.
Some self masters,
The inner core being proof of their life's work,
Manage to grow in value and beauty,
Like a timeless antique crafted with skill.
The wrinkles simply witness to a long full life.
Others find themselves exposed,
Helpless in the bright light of day.
The facade, no longer sufficient to cover the decay.
And this exposure,
This is what we fear.
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