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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