Beauty Shoppe

All day she toiled Making beautiful the faces Of other women, Yet she herself was not beautiful. Women of society demanded her services, Knowing that with skilful fingers She would smooth from faces the lines Written there by trivial annoyances And too much pursuing of pleasure's gods. It was not a lasting beauty Yet it served for the time, And they could return to her again . . . Women being made beautiful, Day after day, By one who was beautiful Only in spirit.