The Gift
My age shows on my wrinkled skin: ugly face, ugly hands! What a rage!
My brief youth I mourn with regret! My grief only reflects a sad image!
My wish was to remain ever young! My handsomeness has suddenly faded!
My agony grows with swift time, my death approaches as a mocking fiend!
Entered in Verlena S. Walker's contest,
" The Gift "
Written by Andrew Crisci on September 8, 2014
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