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]
What a great poem!
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