A Joy Forever
The results of being vain are vicious:
deluded that one is a delicious
Youth now and for a green eternity ...
it's hard work to maintain that certainty.
When the question, "Quel age?"
always sounds out of tune,
and the made-up visage
is a pained, painted prune,
and your bum's a homage
to a curd-filled balloon,
just siphon the fat out
of those unhappy hips,
make that thin, mean mouth pout ...
the lard fits in your lips.
When Time's traumas wail for measures drastic --
it's too late to detox,
or poison with botox --
pay the cosmetic surgeon ... use plastic.
Or, be bold and unspoiled the beau or belle,
And wear one's hard-won wisdom well.
(c)Frank Rooney
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