On my way out, I chanced to see,
An elderly woman, wrinkled with glee,
Her face etched with lines of time and age,
A testament to life's relentless stage.

Her presence struck a chord within,
A reflection on our beauty spin,
We strive to perfect, to beautify,
Skipping meals for a summer's sigh.

We diet, exercise, and primp with care,
All for a fleeting, youthful air,...