What Mama Always Told me.

Time does not erase
Time does not erase
The eyes beauty from the face
The eyes beauty from the face

 Mama always told me.

© MFB III

Mama always told me
to marry a woman
with pretty eyes,
cause everything
beneath them
goes to fat, sagging,
and wrinkling.

But oh, when you
look in those eyes,
even at eighty,
you see her
youthful beauty,
always gleaming there.

Most girls haul
a long white train
at their weddings,
you gotta have
some weight to do that.

Besides which would you
rather snuggle with
some chicken bones
all hard against you
or a plump tomato
cuddled close.

Men get baggy too,
baggy pants,
bags under their eyes,
certain parts of them sag,
just when you
want them pert,
and the pot bellies
aren't always on
the wood stoves.

Hairy backs and ears,
waxy bald heads, and
Godzilla toenails
all become part of
that bronze god
you once married.

Learn to love
whats inside,
the package itself
is disposable,
biodegradable,
soon enough it is buried
in a landfill of people.
but the soul of your love
can shed light on you,
forevermore if you
don't wound it
with callous remarks
about size, shape, age,
or fading beauty.

We are all just skeletons
wrapped in pretty paper,
that time unwraps slowly,
the true gift is inside,
that always made sense
in the bedroom
with my favorite gal.

Learn to love
the as is,
as it will
far too soon be
the as was and
you will be alone.

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