Time, the make up artist,
Applying and removing,
The paint from our faces,
The wrinkles from our skin.
Time, the make up artist,
Concealing our flaws,
Hiding the blemishes,
And the lines that we’ve known.
Time, the make up artist,
Adding color to our cheeks,
Bringing life to our eyes,
And making our lips speak.
Time, the make up artist,
A master of transformation,
Helping us to hide,
The signs of our aging.
But time, the make up artist,
Can’t hide the truth forever,
For eventually, it will show,
Our true selves, together.
This poem was written by AI (using Open AI Chatbot). Read more about Paitry – Poetry written by AI. All images were generated using DALL.E 2 (Open AI)