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Nineteen pills
taken every single day,
a mix of meds and vitamins;
mostly vitamins;
my life’s discipline.
A regimen
that just begins,
as I Exfoliate and Moisturize
and put drops in my eyes
spray my sinuses, and
take an allergy pill.
And I’m still not done till
I apply some ointment
for aches and pains
and manicure my nails again.
There’s oils and soaks
and butters for my feet
I watch my diet,
stay away from sweets;
eat lighter foods and exercise
get regular checkups
for teeth and eyes,
get a physical every year
keep a frost in my hair.
So tell me what’s “fair”
about working this hard
to stay looking my best,
so I can run into a friend
from a long ago past
who cheerfully announces
“Gee, you look great -
it must be in the genes! ”
Carolyn Brunelle
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Rose Oldman (7/3/2008 7:06:00 PM)
I laughed myself silly over this. It's the honest to God truth of it. Great poem! |
Barbara Terry (5/27/2008 8:44:00 PM)
William is a man and just hasn't a clue as to why we do all this work to make ourselves look good for them. I do this every morning, and then at night I exfoliate, moistureize, and put my hair up, so it looks beautiful in the morning after I take the stupid rollers out.
Thank you for sharing Carolyn, because at least William got a good look into what we do to make ourselves look good.
Love & hugs,
Barbara |
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