Three Faces

Three Faces
Quizmo LaGrande

An interesting fact came to mind
A figure at once in my prime.
A pretty, coy wench,
Several suitors, some French,
Courted me for love sure they'd find.

Then one day I spied a reflection,
In a mirror of true introspection,
I feared, twas the fact
Middle-aged, with face slacked
The reflection, my dear, lacked deception.

Acceptance, reluctant through years,
That did, yes, produce salty tears,
This now saggy frau,
With huge drooping brow,
Has a snout that would only court sneers!



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