Rude Awakening Poem by Linda Ori

Rude Awakening

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Is that another strand I see? !
Silver winking back at me
From where my blonde (brown)used to be.....
This really makes me mad!

Another wrinkle on my face
Taking up its own sweet space,
Guess I know who wins this race.....
It really makes me sad;

No matter how I fight this foe,
There's no rare miracle, I know
To stop this monster as I grow
Older by the day!

Creams and lotions, dye and bleach
Still it hides beyond their reach,
Undermining all they preach
And oh! The price I pay!

Getting older is a crime,
Especially when I'm in my prime -
There's no stopping Father Time
He sneaks beneath my skin,

Leaving wrinkles in his wake,
Now my hair and teeth are fake,
Oh! This is a big mistake.....
A war I cannot win!

Thursday, July 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 03 October 2020

I love this. So true, so true! I'm older than you are, so I know all about getting old!

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Jazib Kamalvi 10 December 2018

Great poetry, Linda Ori. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks

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