Worn and weary,Like me sometimes.Tired, rough? Yes.Used up? No!Still strong underneathPale, scratchedOld handrailProtect, stand guardDon't be weary inYour well-doing.

Flamenco dancers Swirl, swish, swayRed skirts flyingTo the Spanish Drumbeat, guitarHeels click a rhythmTo the music Of summer heat.

True beautyIs not externalTrue beauty is pure Internal, yet It shows—glows From withinClear through toOutside.