Youth is a cruel mistress

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When she gives you crow’s feet
From all the wonderful laughs
And disingenuous smiles
Like an avenging angel
Who doles out punishments
Your breasts begin to descend
As the months fall off the calendar
Your upper arms flap a polite salute
When you wave goodbye
We use lotions and diets and surgery
To supposedly capture our youth
But the year on my driver’s license
Tells me that no amount of
Slicing, dicing & miracle creams
Will ever turn back the clock
A time for everything
Like a brief encounter
Of a love that wasn’t meant to be.

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