In this post-modernism era, the power of the written and spoken word is pushed aside, and images take over. Now more than ever, we are judged by the superficial, by the surface of things. Books are sadly judged by their cover, and so are we. Do we have the right hair color? The trendy furniture? The designer clothes? The luxurious car? Humble aesthetics are almost considered offensive, and if you walk around with a strong feeling in your gut that this is not right - well, you're onto something.
Superficial beauty fades and trends come and go. And if you've lived long enough, you've seen it happen before your eyes. Let this poem reassure you that what you feel deep down is the honest truth you should live by.