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A Few Short Years Of Grace Looking at my sagging face, And thinking about what I saw – The cheeks, eyelids and sagging jaw, And postulating what would be If I had plastic surgery With what I’ve seen of movie stars, The tight, creamed skin, The scars without, the scars within The thousands spent during and after, Smoothed out skin deprived of laughter; Then I see my sagging face, Know that I’d have some years of grace Before the sagging showed again. Folk who know would shrug and say, “She looks okay!” Folk who do not know me: When they meet me would accept me as I am ‘Cause frankly, they don’t give a **** What does some years of smooth-skinned grace Mean to an aging face That’s changing every second of each minute every day? I cannot get away from that. I’ve tried to hide, slide, glide from aging, lesions, prides illusions. In conclusion, and for reasons written; Leaving out the surgery and thoughts of temporary beauty This old jaw will have to be Left as it is (a little disappointingly) And as it is becoming. A Few Short Years Of Grace 10.13.2016 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities II; Arlene Corwin
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
A Few Short Years Of Grace Looking at my sagging face, And thinking about what I saw – The cheeks, eyelids and sagging jaw, And postulating what would be If I had plastic surgery With what I’ve seen of movie stars, The tight, creamed skin, The sc
A Few Short Years Of Grace Looking at my sagging face, And thinking about what I saw – The cheeks, eyelids and sagging jaw, And postulating what would be If I had plastic surgery With what I’ve seen of movie stars, The tight, creamed skin, The scars without, the scars within The thousands spent during and after, Smoothed out skin deprived of laughter; Then I see my sagging face, Know that I’d have some years of grace Before the sagging showed again. Folk who know would shrug and say, “She looks okay!” Folk who do not know me: When they meet me would accept me as I am ‘Cause frankly, they don’t give a **** What does some years of smooth-skinned grace Mean to an aging face That’s changing every second of each minute every day? I cannot get away from that. I’ve tried to hide, slide, glide from aging, lesions, prides illusions. In conclusion, and for reasons written; Leaving out the surgery and thoughts of temporary beauty This old jaw will have to be Left as it is (a little disappointingly) And as it is becoming. A Few Short Years Of Grace 10.13.2016 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Circling Round Vanities II; Arlene Corwin
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arlene-corwin
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
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