Middle Age
Granted I was exhausted,
nothing more than usual.
An innocent toddler staring at me
in a concerning manner, says
“Wow…your eyes are old.”
Laughing uncomfortably, I slightly coughed.
The next fifteen minutes was spent lifting my eyebrows
hoping to smooth my worn, wrinkled forty - two year old eyes.
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