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