While spending many years
Surviving illness dire
Appearance was irrelevant
When I nearly did expire
But time passes ever on
Gradually the body mended
Interest returned and with
A curiosity now blended
Whatever else, vanity
Has never played a part
In my busy daily life
After quick wash I would depart
A cursory glance at my hair
A flick with comb or brush
Neat and tidy were my clothes
I then left in a rush
When young I was teased
By an elder brother dear
‘Looks were not important’
To me that was made clear
I must have saved a fortune
No make- up bag for me
I didn't stand out in any crowd
But I always looked like me
Recently I had a shock
When close up I espied
My face in the mirror, new reality
Could no longer be denied
Instead of seeing a smooth facade
I was left in little doubt
I saw what resembled a riverbed
After a severe, and desperate drought
Time has been the thief, but
I can't visit any lawyer
So I simply took off my specs
And put them in a drawer
If I look at recent photos
I look both old and worn
As if on the template of my face
An ancient map's been drawn
But, my features didn't assist
In the long fight with pain
It was the inner me whose courage
Did my life sustain
My husband doesn't notice
And my children do not care
All are thankful I am around
And their lives once more can share
I can't bring back years I lost
And try not to feel regret
But, if I catch sight of my image
It's quite impossible to forget
Love ya!
Jane
Like you, my mother never spent much time or money on makeup. Like me, she had a severe acne problem as a teenager. Now, at 92, she has few wrinkles and a good-looking smooth face. She has ailments that affect her active lifestyle, but not the need for a lawyer to sue for all those bad things that were done to her by plastic surgeons.
Ron