Behind a Veneer
Despondent, she stares in the mirror,
hoping to see the girl of her youth.
Yet years of tears have weathered her skin,
and the sun's harsh light confirms the truth.
Her wrinkles, masked by a coat of paint,
she touches up whatever's peeling.
And the false face staring back at her,
reflects the distress she is feeling.
A dab of powder fills in small lines,
while a hint of rouge brings her cheeks back.
And the bags under her eyes are smoothed
as mascara lashes are brushed black.
Red lips complete the porcelain doll,
and all her blemishes disappear.
For once more, she transformed her image,
hiding her years behind a veneer.
(Quatrain)
2/6/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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