Colin F. Jones

THE PIMPLE

Youth tries to hide every minute maculation,
It is not vanity but an escape from sagacity,
From others frowning upon the lack of perfection,
Perceived with judgmental eye; lacking pity.
It harms no other the small excrescent blemish,
But eats like a cancer into the youthful soul,
That tarnished by the pustule only time can banish,
It allows the pimple to overcome the whole.
It affects the demeanour; confidence and decorum,
Promotes the frown and a reluctance to converse,
Creating dwellers on the rim of the social Forum,
Suffering greatly from this common curse.
But when they grow old they see what didn’t matter,
Passing nonchalantly through the essence of their verse.