Eyes Of The Beholder–fun poem

This is posted on More.com, but thought I’d share it here. 🙂

EYES OF THE BEHOLDER

by

Anne Skalitza

I stare at my image 

in wonder and awe,

I’m far north of forty 

with nary a flaw.

I comb down my hair 

and blow it out dry,  

no grays do I see; 

it doesn’t need dye.

My breasts are well-rounded ,

my legs long and lean 

my arms toned and muscled– 

I look like a teen. 

No surgeon or gym  

is why I’m like this, 

without my eyeglasses 

I see a young miss! 

[First published August 2010–More.com]

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