Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Arlene Corwin writes

Written just this minute: 
       When Beauty’s Gone

When beauty goes,
The shape of ears and eyes and nose
Reworked by nature’s vagaries,
The inner thigh no longer firm,
Youth-keeping germ assassinated
By the victories of age -
Ah, me and golly, gee! 

With no say and helpless,
At life’s mercy and defenceless,
All that one, you, I can do
Is sail on and tailor wit’s IQ
To buoyancy and cheer,
Happy that we’re here at all,
And have a ball!

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