Treacherous Sands
within the sands of time
I'm convinced some talcum dust
crept in my hourglass,
and there,
within the sands of time they lurk;
so when my back is turned
they mass together
and race the sand,
to do their dirty work.
It's amazing,
just how quickly wrinkles gather;
and look...
how silver sneaked into my hair.
I know
that when I check again tomorrow,
there'll be another crop...
it isn't fair!
Though never what you'd call
a raving beauty,
I was doing well...
until quite recently.
It had to be
the talcum dust that did it,
crows have put feet
where they hadn't ought to be.
Aha!
I have an answer to my problem,
some super glue...
will slow the demons down.
If I can't turn back the damage,
I'll retard it;
I'll thumb my nose,
then go and paint the town.
graphic: wikimedia.org
By cherryk
© 2009 cherryk
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