Marching Years

There’s a chemical factory upon my face I have lines and spots I need to erase I mix elixirs and daily apply The aging process I cannot deny I have marks and wrinkles and sagging skin The lines increase and I can’t seem to win Freckles increase and begin to align Like routes on a map – I’ve lived a long time! I sunblock, peel, use Oils of Olay I moisten and cream my parts – every day I shave and massage, apply hot face oil It’s my avocation; how hard I toil. Silicone, botox, collagen from cows Inject as much as my money allows I need to move from my face to my legs My veins mark muscles with little blue pegs Choices are limited – laser? Saline? The process somehow is getting obscene I endure the pain as they inject I need to recover my self respect!