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A Stitch In Time.

Updated on January 1, 2010

A Stitch In Time.


Face grows old
its wrinkles fold.
Crow's feet

leave imprints
perched at the

corners of her
feathering lashes.

Frown lines

bend down,
creating a

marionette effect,
while her forehead

holds the trinity
of worry,


and loneliness
creased in

three rows.

Once a beauty queen but
now a duty seen,
daily slopping on

the skin creams
that promise

to smooth
but only leave

an oily sheen.

A razor and

some stitchwork
would do the trick,
a sterile needle
some Oral-gel

applied topically
to numb the surface
and some

delicate cuts
to the edges

of her face.

Then pull

the skin tight,

life's canvas
and stitching

it in place,
granting twenty

years erased.

Maybe with a quart

of vodka straight
and some

she just might

attempt it,
on some lonely

49 year old night.

She just

might become
that drastic

plastic surgeon,

being old
is so much

more painful.




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    • Ralph Deeds profile image

      Ralph Deeds 8 years ago from Birmingham, Michigan

      It's harder for some than others. Many "grow old gracefully."