The Fear of Getting Older
there are places and people in America that are scared to death
of looking old and growing older
where a new wrinkle or two when found is a terrible scary thing
a birthday is not celebrated but filled with dread that you’re getting older
a man fears the hairs falling from his head lying on the pillow of his bed
changing the color of gray away
a look in the mirror becomes a tragedy if you appear older then twenty three
when your real age is forty three oh woe is me
the place is Beverly Hills, Hollywood and Newport Beach, California
where the people appear to look like plastic unreal manikins
with the skin pulled tight across their face
thinking they are the beautiful people of the human race
hollow eyes with a pound of make-up looking back at you
where their bodies are nipped and tucked
fat is vacuumed out and jelly filled plastic bags become breasts and butts
is this the future look of humanity I hope not
grow old with grace and don’t worry so much about your face
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