WRINKLE AND RUTSA Poem by Betty Hermeleeaging gracefully or notMy age creeps like a ghost. silent, sinful eyes with bird wing creases oozes out of its corners deep crevasses from nose to chin ruts in between the eyebrows wrinkle cream slops on day after day rub to red skin night masks, stiff, sticky, peel-off contemplate the mirror ouch!? more remedies Serious reflection I scrutinize faces of women my age compare to my own but who ages gracefully? Someone buries poison in my genes I mull over my close family photos smack from both sides my fate screams father has worry wrinkles on his forehead mother has a double chin grandmother has floppy underarms I persist to my Hungarian ancestry beauty experts agree these young women are stunning I explore older family photos still I detect the same creases, ruts,wrinkles,blotches I weigh my options surgery? fillers? Botox? scary notions I think I'll dream of those pretty young Hungarian women let nature decide my fate
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7 Reviews Added on April 24, 2020 Last Updated on April 24, 2020 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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