Man in the mirror ?
As he contemplates this reflection that is looking back in mystery
Where on earth did those wrinkles come from ?
he does not feel that old you see
It is an impossible mission to hide the cracks of time
A laborious lifetime of labours
Age advances are indeed an uphill climb
So from a plastic pallette
he applys his masquerade
Meticulously masking any marks of imperfections
Betwixt that morning ritual crusade
Eventually, tho alas never satisfied
he places the ‘Magic makeup’ on the habitual shelf
One can only do the best one can
to appease one’s inner emotional self
A recent sacramental routine each and every day
Every morning is precisely the very same
A fatigued face curiously glares back with dismay
Thinking ‘Where an earth has my youth gone to ? Oh what a shame”
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Tell him beat cure is ...only look without glasses in candle light...in the cellar. Works every time...25 again!! 😄😄💕
Haha ay I might have to stick to thisin pml ❤️🤣❤️
woderful poem
and i look as well
and say oh boy i am getting old
Awwww no u not!!! ❤️💕❤️