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aging, beauty, cosmetic, life, makeup, Night Owl Poetry, old age, poems, poetry, Saving Face, scars
The mirror lies
Reflections tell tales
Truth
But she won’t accept
The lines of her life
The cosmetic cover up
Hiding the scars
Of years gone by
Brushed on perfection
Cut with a knife
Lines and imperfections
Smoothed over
Chemical peels
Strip her past
Beauty is only skin deep
Adorning the colors
Made up for the day
Ready to take on the world
Wrinkled
The lines are too steep
Hands grip the mirrored frame
She’s afraid to break the hold
Worry and fret
Become her regret
Alas, she is just growing old
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you so much for reblogging!! 🙂
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In aging we show the colors of life…. what a shame to hide them….
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And yet so many find it necessary to do so. Me, I want everyone to know that I’m living a wonderful life 🙂
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I understand that nobody wants to look old. But actually only those people look “old” which cannot be happy with and about themselves. Because otherwise they would radiate a glow which makes them look beautiful.
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