Eye of the Beholder
Told beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I realize I’m getting uglier as I grow older,
My fair skin is now blotched and fine-lined
And any beauty increasingly hard to find.
Mirrors, constant purveyors of bad news,
Only bring solace when I realize, for sure,
People who look at me see different views!
Written July 16, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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