ANOTHER BOTTLE OF PERFUME

ANOTHER BOTTLE OF PERFUME

Her beauty has all faded,
Time slipping by so very fast
She stares into the mirror,
All hope lies in the past.

Once more turns to the bottle,
To dye her graying hair.
Cream to control the age spots,
Return her skin to fair.

Now for slacks that fit too tight,
The envy of all in the room.
She must be sure to smell just right,
Oh! another bottle of perfume.

Someone should really tell her,
She doesn’t seem to know,
That beauty’s not on the surface,
But existing far below.

7/31/06
Monty