Holding Back The Years
My dressing table’s laden with oily balms and ointments
Serums, anti-wrinkle creams, emulsions and emollients
There’s everything to smooth my skin and wipe away the years
As I squander and waste money to abate my ageing fears
The pots of creamy luxury advertised in Vogue and Elle
That promise to de-wrinkle me..... Do they bloody-hell!