A Few Words About Vanity
Sooner or later, aging betrays us
and vanity, supposedly, saves us.
Men included but women especially
fall prey to its superficiality
with measures used no better than
the least skilled mortician,
and the end results are about
as good as any corpse laid out.
It’s all but impossible to restore
what we once looked like before
no matter the “magic” improvements
or promised “miracle” enhancements.
If in doubt these are in error,
believe what you see in a mirror.
My advice to men and women is this:
Avoid a surgeon who was a taxidermist.
Look your age, not like hell,
accept aging as inevitable.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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