When I look in a
mirror,
See the lines
upon my face...
Each one there for a
reason,
In unique
and special place.
Those lines have cost
me plenty,
I've invested many
years...
A sign of my
maturity,
Held together with
some tears..
Some grew from
just experience,
Some came
from time of anguish...
I think some were
inherited,
So those will never
vanish.
My face looks
like a roadmap,
Of the life I
have endured...
No cream that's on the
market,
Can make those
lines be blurred.
But I have
learned to just accept,
Those lines now fit
right in...
Living proof I never
sank,
Though I could never
swim.
Mirror, mirror, on the
wall,
Reflect what used to
be...
A flawless skin,
smooth to the touch,
One that is
wrinkle free!
©10/30/10 Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Trashy
Women
