Rusting in places

A creek here and there

A good dust and polish should do it

She thinks 

As she rises from the chair

 

I’ll put on some make up

A dab here and there

You can’t notice those grey roots

She thinks

As she combs back her hair

 

Nobody battered an eyelid

As I walked to work today

Maybe am getting old 

She thinks

I’ll have to walk to another way

 

She’s taking off her make up now

Like knocking plaster off a wall

You can’t see those wrinkles

She thinks

But you can see them all

 

Getting into bed now

To the sound of creaking bones

Am not getting any younger

She thinks

She doesn’t think… she knows