Barbara Barry-Nishanian Poet Rhyme

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 February 19, 2018 at 12:17 AM oh I think these thoughts too sometimes :) Barbara Barry-Nishanian July 17, 2019 at 12:02 AM Been away, thanks for reading while I was gone. Need to catch up on you also. Thanks again.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 28, 2018 at 3:29 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 July 17, 2019 at 12:01 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 January 5, 2018 at 10:07 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 February 19, 2018 at 3:48 AM I'm not getting older...just my body.. My attitude is still young. Thanks for visiting, appreciate that you taking the time. bbn