PITY THE BEAUTIFULPity the beautiful,
the dolls, and the dishes
the babes with big daddies
granting their wishes.
Pity the pretty boys,
the hunks, the Apollos,
the golden lads whom
success always follows.
The hotties, the knock-outs,
the tens our of ten,
the drop-dead gorgeous,
the great leading men.
Pity the faded,
the bloated, the blowsy,
the paunchy Adonis
whose luck had gone lousy.
Pity the gods,
no longer divine.
Pity the night
the stars lose their shine.
~
Dana Gioia,
1950 -
This is awesome. love the poem too.
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