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Poetry By: Indie Skreet

Tags: Age, Aging, Vanity

Since I turned 50 I would prefer there to be less mirrors around!

Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 21    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Where did that smooth brow go?

Unblemished complexion?

When did that dark mole grow?

Is that really my reflection?

Tresses rich in colour?

Sharp jawline, unstained teeth?

A fresh healthy pallor?

No orbits dark and deep?

When did that crease appear?

And that lipstick line?

Corners turned from smile to leer?

Nasolabials defined?

When did limbs lose definition?

And muscles start to ache?

When did I allow submission

To this sorry state?

When did I start noticing

Every imperfection?

And why am I now focusing

On my damned reflection?


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