A Few Words About Vanity
Ageing, sooner or later betrays us
and vanity, supposedly, saves us.
Men, less so, 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.
Avoid all surgical “improvements”
or so-called “enhancements.”
Avoid a facial reconstructionist
if your surgeon was a taxidermist.
(Many a lady’s face has been lost
beneath an avalanche and at great cost.
Accept aging as normal and inevitable,
look like you’re old, not like hell.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2020
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