Each day I look in the mirror
At the face my life delivers
The cragginess as I age
In the life as I wage
I pick up the razor
And the foam as I savour
With each stroke of it
Sweeping away what doesn't fit
If it could be so easy now
Would I want to know how.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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