Miss Ava
Oh dear Miss Ava,
Miss Aging Vanity
Your faded universal beauty
is visually pleasing no more —
especially to your own self
You hate looking at that aging body
The sagging truth stares you in the mirror each day:
twin witnesses of wrinkled lips
curses a flabby contour of much personal disgust
All of your ex-husbands gaze at you from afar,
on the mantle with frozen smiles and empty eyes
Delivering daily unapologetic eulogies
And your jilted lovers speak also with damning praise,
of motel vacancies in open graves of regret
While your beauty fades ... more each day
Oh dear Miss Ava,
living in secluded, upholstered loneliness —
your needs of intimacy so long neglected
by your many once spurned suitors
No one wants to feel your uncaring embrace,
they would all be cast off
if beautiful was still your face of rejection
All of your life,
you placed way too much importance on outward appearance
Oh dear Miss Ava,
aging vanity has robbed you of sensual desirability ...
your most prized possession of a lost youth
Now it is you that have to pay for the artificial embrace
And the sagging truth angrily stares back at you:
twin witnesses of shriveled lips
curses your sedentary, loveless life
Seeing your faded beauty become as colorful flowers
that have lost their luster ... and now wilted,
are discarded with ease
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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