Every
Morning
To
Be
Fresh,
But
This
Involves
A
Perusal
Of
The
Flesh.
I Must
Say,
This
Often
Leads
To
Some
Dismay.
Is
The
Person
I See
Actually
Me?
I’m
Distorted,
And
The
Mirror
Is
A
Jolt,
I Am
An
Aging
Dolt.
However,
Nothing
Shows
Beneath
My
Clothes,
So
On
I Go.
Although
I’m
No
More
The
Beauty
Queen,
By
The
Gods,
I’m
Clean.