Is it being displeased or pleased with the way you look
Perhaps fancying a bit of a nip and tuck
Is it taking time with your appearance everyday
Does it show in the way you hold yourself upright, or is that you being uptight
Is it in the way you talk to others or in the way you present yourself
Is it hidden within you, left on the shelf
Is it the way you smile at the camera, turning the spotlight on you
Is it noticeable in all that you do
Is vanity simply the art of taking care of the way you look, like designing the jacket of a good book
Is it really bad to look in the mirror and  like what you see or is this purely vanity?

One was about 83
Crossing the road quite fast and merrily
Pulling his shopping trolley behind
The trolley as tall as he was short
This made me laugh and made me snort
He was smiling too and seemed quite a pleasant man
He seemed aware of the traffic on the road and got to the other side as quick as he can

5 mins later I saw a man about 85
He was as tall as he was wide
Slowly crossing the road
Daring the motorists to try and go
When he got to the other side he paused I thought to wave thanks
Instead he lifted his ******* in salute and lifted his hat as all the motorists went toot toot
This made me laugh and made me hoot

At first I was shocked and a little rocked and then I began to smile

I finally worked it out if  am lucky to survive to the grand old age of 85
I hope I still have fire in my belly and able to walk about instead of sitting in front of the telly

When I left work tonight at five  o'clock
The light was falling but it wasn't dark
It was as though Van Gogh had taken his brush
Painted the sky in a faint blush
All different hues from grey to white to red and blue
And it got me thinking of you
I wish I could have captured its sight and shared it with you tonight
You would have loved the picture and the glow
How I still miss you so **

I see your eyes in the blue and grey of the skies
I see your long arms in the trees as the branches unfold
I see your feet running across the green green grass
I see your tears in the flowing of the seas
Tears of happiness your free from pain
Tears of sadness knowing we won't see you again

You should be able
To be naked
All of the time.

No sense to this
Eternal cover-up

Give the fruit
Of fig,

You may keep
The leaf

Standing on the edge
Looking from the top
He said, he'll catch
So I let myself drop
My wings didn't work
So I landed on a rock
He sealed me in a box
And placed a silver lock
Then off the edge,
He tossed the box...

©sim