Face. Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
Face.
Looking in the mirror,
What's that, that I see?
Oh, bloody hell, it is my face,
That's staring back at me.
Two blue eyes, now dulling,
Some wrinkles and crows feet,
(Or might they pass as laughter lines) ,
To people that I meet.
Looking in the mirror,
My face, I wish, was yours,
Then I'd look like some~one different,
When I venture out of doors.
Nice Poem Lizzy darling, but I think your face you should keep, a couple of wrinkles are life little marks, shows you have lived Lizzy, have FUN dave xxxx
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4/24/2024 9:05:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Absolutely wonderful! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. If you wonder what you look like, ask the people that love you. They see you as you truly are! Peace, Aisha