I am vain
counting the grey hairs
as they come
until there are too many
I search my face-
its youth I hope to find
but only see the
road map of lines
and imperfections
my reflection mocks me
laughing at...
the youth I feel inside
Not me...not now
I would rather time
not leave those
souvenirs upon my face.
I am vain.
I LOVE poetry! :)
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