Dress her in modesty Wash her face clean Adorn her in simplicity Free her spirit to soar Where no one holds her Bound by her beauty For today she cries Because tomorrow She will be old Tinsel and paint Will not preserve her Only the freedom Found in dignity Is forever her beauty Time cannot erase Simple joy in her eyes Money cannot buy Calm peace in her mind Pride cannot preserve Her aging body Dignity is priceless Reserved for the pure Pure in mind Heart And body
"Writing books is quite the adventure. First, it is a daydream, an entertainment of our imagination. Then it transforms into an idea which grows until it consumes us like a nightmare. We can either shiver with fear of the imaginary monster growing in our head, or slay the dragon with the sword of publishing."
A thought that came after reading this is: If dignity is reserved for the pure in mind, body, and heart, then dignity must be a rather rare trait.
Hmmmmmmm...
I know a few ladies who wear dignity like a crown and royal robe. Well they should, for your description fits each of them beautifully.
(((((((Herema)))))))
Until the very last moment ... may you be at peace,
Lanette
"Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own." ~Salvatore Quasimodo~
" I like intelligent women. When you go out, it shouldn't be a staring contest." ~Frank Sinatra~
you are correct. It is rare, but when we see it, it is awesome!
Once lost, dignity is very difficult recover...
"Writing books is quite the adventure. First, it is a daydream, an entertainment of our imagination. Then it transforms into an idea which grows until it consumes us like a nightmare. We can either shiver with fear of the imaginary monster growing in our head, or slay the dragon with the sword of publishing."
"Writing books is quite the adventure. First, it is a daydream, an entertainment of our imagination. Then it transforms into an idea which grows until it consumes us like a nightmare. We can either shiver with fear of the imaginary monster growing in our head, or slay the dragon with the sword of publishing."
oh my ... if we could see inside each others' minds and hearts ...
more thoughts
Until the very last moment ... may you be at peace,
Lanette
"Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own." ~Salvatore Quasimodo~
" I like intelligent women. When you go out, it shouldn't be a staring contest." ~Frank Sinatra~
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Well they should, for your description fits each of them beautifully. 
