Pranks

Pranks AGE, likes to play pranks And tamper with my eyes When I look in a mirror It reflects awful lies. My hair medium brown Long ago turned grey. Mustache on my lip, No, no , no how, no way! My figures an hourglass Sad my sands shifted My minds creative It memories drifted. What about those jowls Hanging down so low My full luscious lips Now, where did they go? My eyes big and bright Unusual shade of green. Age… Pranks you’d stop playing, If you’d seen the hag I’ve seen! Barbara Barry-Nishanian Nov.13,2017

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Debbie Duncan

Date: 2/19/2018 12:17:00 AM

oh I think these thoughts too sometimes :)

Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Date: 7/17/2019 12:02:00 AM

Been away, thanks for reading while I was gone. Need to catch up on you also. Thanks again.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

Date: 1/28/2018 3:29:00 AM

I bet you are absolutely stunning. True beauty within is shining like a revved up blowtorch from the page. Let me get my sunglasses.

Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Date: 7/17/2019 12:01:00 AM

Leanne, I am enjoying your comments from a year ago. They are encouraging me to start posting poems again. I want to see what you've been doing. You are a role model for me.Thanks again.

Trey Hamner

Date: 1/5/2018 10:07:00 AM

I like the melancholy yet comedic point of view of this. Aging may take its' toll on us, but it also brings wisdom and a certain sophistication.

Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Date: 2/19/2018 3:48:00 AM

I'm not getting older...just my body.. My attitude is still young. Thanks for visiting, appreciate that you taking the time. bbn