An Old Man Has Taken Over My Face

An Old Man Has Taken Over My Face

An old man has taken over my face

He’s moved his bags into my eyes

And set up lines where I smile

And painted my hair a ghostly white.

He’s planted hairs in my ears

And world weary cares in my head.

He’s borrowed my image

And buried it in furrowed brows and faded teeth.

He called unexpected and came unannounced

And frowns when I ask him to leave.