Poetry

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LINES AND CREASES



I've tried it all...you name it, friend,
The masks, the oils, the creams,
Yet mirrors don't reflect the face
That I see in my dreams.

Light moisturizers for the day
And heavy for the night,
With cleansers I must wash my face
But then I look a fright.

I wear make-up on my face to
Try and hide the creases,
My desire for a facelift
Seems it never ceases.

But my feeling is that if I
Go to see a surgeon,
When I wake up I'll find myself
Looking like a sturgeon.

I guess it's okay to have my
Make-up a little bit bolder,
For at the age of sixty-two
I am a little older.

But I might as well keep this face
The Lord chose just for me
And looking in the mirror quit
Complaining at what I see.

For most of my lines came from
Laughing or from weeping,
So I think that makes my face a
Little more worth keeping.

Next time I look in the mirror
I'll try not to complain
Since I decided all my lines
And creases will remain.

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