Different Look
Different look
I woke up to check my mirror,and 'WOW"!
Agape!this is not me-a ghost or a clown?
This must be a ghost with a flowing gown,
Confused as I am,I went back to bed,
It must have been a dream just like the fairy,
Which gives me the cramp as I look scary,
Having a funny look which is frail,
means definitely my beauty has failed,
I cried to my Godfather for a solution,
Who told me to accept this evolution.
Copyright © Olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2011
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