beauty wearing through

I was born on the Day of Judgment, and they
postponed it seeing how pretty I was.
You're welcome, I guess, if you love 
this life. Or I'm sorry if you do not, 
even though I reckon that it was less 
about me, now that I'm grown, but
that sweet baby there isn't one single
picture of! Apparently no one could bear it, 
placing a camera between their eye
and that face of love. Babies,
you see, are in general a kind of
a special effect. But by all accounts, 
I was born on the Day of Judgment, and my 
sweet face threw the schedule right out.
Correct. So I've always been somewhat 
surprised as I grew, first gorgeous enough 
(though I didn't know then), then weathered
and rugged-wise, finally softening to coot 
of zen, and supposing it's all a subjective scale
- surely uglier now than I was brand-new?

So, maybe the derail was more long-term? 

I don't think they'd see any reason to wait 
'til my beauty has worn clear though.