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Submitted by fthillsboomer on 2 February 2008 - 11:12pm.| Updated 3 February 2008 - 1:02am.
Style / Type:
freeform
Oh disappointing visage near sixty years of age
What’s happened to your countenance at this middling stage?
The mirror has become my enemy, no longer to befriend
The scale my adversary, my ways I must amend
It seems unfair this change of things
Skin so thin like Mosquito wings
And middle thick like stew or chili
Shaped like this I just feel silly
I’m stuck here in this tepid place
Sagging chins and mottled face
Achy Breakey joints complaining
Till there’s naught of youth remaining
So free me from this olden cage
Make me look young for my age
Draw my image with youthful ink
I must feel younger than I think!
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
(1 vote)
Think Young
Your poem hit home it is well written and I like your use of simile
I’ve found though if you think young you act young,and then you begin to look younger. It is all in the attitude I believe
I’ve done much to change mine and it helped my entire outlook
nice writing
Chrys
Thanks so much
Thanks a ton for your compliments and input. My issue is with that damn mirror. If I could just get that sucker to lighten up at least the morning shave would be pleasant. I am in that interesting place where intellectually I’m youthful and inexperienced and chronologically I’m older than dirt. Or so I say, huh?