Emile Pinet Poet Rhyme

Flattery's Sweet Sway

As age blemishes your youthful skin,
wrinkles appear, much to your chagrin.
And your fragile ego fuels fears,
lamenting the ravages of the years.

While chasing dreams of yesterday's youth,
you despise today's mirror of truth.
And tears trickle down your cheeks in drips,
tasting bitter on your aging lips.

Addicted to flattery's sweet sway,
you use makeup to brush time away.
And thrive under that coating of lies:
contorting the truth, until it dies.

Mascara completes the fantasy
of that flawless complexion you see.
And believing everything looks good,
you sculpt the face you once understood.

Stepping into the light from the dark,
you pay time's toll: for years left their mark.
And though you cover up how you feel,
life's mirror reflects what is real.

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Line Gauthier May 26, 2018 at 6:56 PM Every woman can relate to the oncoming of wrinkles and aging. Some don't take it too well at all. Well done, Emile. Emile Pinet May 27, 2018 at 8:09 AM Thanks Line, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.

Maria Williams April 22, 2017 at 9:55 PM I had to laugh at the image you put on Emile. We were only watching a show last night and shaking our heads at the appalling lengths these women had gone to (not to mention the expense) to appear 'beautiful', in the long run causing huge dangers to health. In the organic industry that we're in we are forever trying to make people more aware of the HUGE amount of chemicals that are in so called anti-ageing skincare. Some, we get to. A brilliant poem of yours as usual, sad too. A7++ Emile Pinet April 23, 2017 at 9:52 AM Thanks Maria, aging is a shared experience we all go through, some more grudgingly than most. I appreciate your taking the time to give me this wonderful review, Emile.

Arthur Vaso April 21, 2017 at 10:40 PM Getting old is hard for anyone to face, having character allows one to do so gracefully! Beautiful poem! Emile Pinet April 22, 2017 at 12:14 PM Thanks Arthur, they say grace comes with age...and that seems to be true for most people, Emile.

Chris Green April 21, 2017 at 5:40 PM It really is a shame that people just can't be happy with who they are appearance wise, we all get old and there is nothing we can do about that, at least not yet. Nicely expressed Emile. Emile Pinet April 22, 2017 at 12:16 PM Thanks Chris, getting old means getting closer to dying, and the end of life scares many who count the years, Emile.