This is me?

I am the only critique
That will tell me the honest truth
People from my past will say
“Jill you’ve never changed abit
Since you were a youth”
Well I know they are being kind
This isn’t what they really find
Coz when I look into a mirror
Tho I know the reflection is me
It’s not the face from bygone years
That’s staring back at me
I see a matured replica of me
With creases where there never used to be
An image that has survived the test of time
It has seen both ugly & so sublime
A weather-beaten skin with less elasticity
My derma peel has changed so depressingly dramatically
These wrinkles have appeared on my brow
They’ve passed the test of time somehow
There’s small creases either side of each eye
They give my accurate age I sigh
No matter what I do or how hard I try
It’s impossible to rid these I dunno why
I guess they will get deeper before I die
So when people see me now
If they remark on my appearance
I just smile & agree with themÂ
I don’t allow them determined perserverance
I thank them kindly for the compliment
It’s lovely that they tell me so
But under the pretence I really know the score
I’m nothings like I was before
How on Earth could this be even
Possible
Knowing all the fact’s of life it’s seeÂ
This mask has been around for decades
Theres no telling where its all beenÂ
My face is like an everchanging challenge
Changing with daily circumstances
Gaining lines & furrows on it’s complexion as it agingly advances
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