I must append my visage,
Less of me would be
An improvement
Less jowl, less tummy
What must I do
To carve the turkey
And leave the sweetmeat
There are days
But most mirrors
And cameras give me
No comfort
For I am older than I wish
And the days have added
Their layers to my profile
Leaving me to wish
For earlier years
When my look was chiseled
Well defined
Ah, the glory days
Are in my past,
Leaving memories
My normal comfort.
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