ANTI AGING AND A TRIP

            TO THE DRUG STORE

You look into the mirror and there it is! 

You really are older…

The wrinkles deeper, eyes smaller,

those cheeks dissolving…

Your nose isn’t placed like it was before…

A smile; more wrinkles on two shrunk’ in lips.

You go to the drug store and on the shelves

hundreds of creams all colors and shapes,

lined up like they talked…

“Choose me, I’m the best!”

“I’m more expensive,”

“I’m wrapped in gold.”

You touch one so gently, as if it could break…

As you reach and replace it in its identical space.

Oh no!  A stranger is searching too!

So your shoulders shrink, your head tilted

and you watch from the corner of your eye…

You see what she grabbed, then… little

side steps, not to disturb her; closer now,

don’t look in her eyes.

This one is special… works right away,

it reads removes wrinkles right off of your face…

Then, this one, it’s taller, and more for

the price, but it’s just a renewal;

it would take the rest of my life!

She is putting it back, and walking away…

I guess I’ll try on another day.