No Such Thing As A Middle Aged Poker Face Poem by Sandra Dodd

By the middle of life
your face will tell on you.
The expression you most held
will show through even
if you want to hide it.
Skin settles around the muscles most used,
frowning wrinkling in a down motion,
furrowing your brow causing worried creases,
smiles freeze smile lines
showing a life of happiness,
or the ability to grin and bear it.

How do you want to be inprinted
in 20 years from now?
It will be too late to hide
what your heart tells
your face to do.

Spend your time
on happy thoughts.
It really is not denial
just the realization that
mood is a choice that will
later haunt the mirror