Ageing Gracefully.

My word you’re ugly the mirror said

With your cauliflower ears and your wrinkled head.

You look at me with your one good eye

With no hair at all and your wig awry.

Your teeth are rotten your nose is bent

Your body is shapeless like a worn out tent.

With your short bowed legs on your two flat feet

People avoid you in the street.

But fifty years ago you were different then

You were tall and handsome at one score and ten.

I turn from the mirror feeling low as one could

When my partner remarks, you do look good.

You look ten years younger your eyes are bright

And the way you’re smiling - I’ll see you tonight.

The moral?

You are not what you see

when people around you

view you differently.

Joe Thomas - Copyright: 22-07-07