Poetry

Face Lift

I looked in the mirror,

it wasn’t a good idea.

One of the bags under my eye hanged down like a sack of potatoes.

I told a woman the other day that I was an ugly old man.

She said I was beautiful

but I think she was just being kind.

My face looks like a crumpled old shirt

maybe all it needs is an iron and some starch or a good steam clean.

Either way you are stuck with the face you got.

 

                                                   ~ Marc Carver

                                                      Basingstoke, UK

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