Too Late Now
Looking in the mirror my eyes meet
fine lines on my brow and crows feet,
and as I view
a wrinkle or two
emerge. I give up in defeat.
After a life time of neglect I'm aware
that no cream or potion could ever repair
too many days in the sun,
moisturising not done,
Oh aging is so unfair.
Copyright © Bea Rutherford | Year Posted 2016
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