The lady wept hot bitter tears <br /> but could not stay the passing years <br />She tried to hide the evidence <br /> and willingly spared no expense. <br /> <br />She bought the latest creams and pills <br />and lotions guaranteed to please <br /> But none of them could cure her ills <br />Because old age is not disease. <br /> <br />Her older sister wiser far <br />although she was particular <br /> about hygiene and cleanliness. <br />Also the way she chose to dress. <br /> <br />Was not afraid of getting old <br /> nor of the tales her wrinkles told. <br /> She said she’d earned them honestly, <br />displaying them triumphantly. <br /> <br />Old age is not an enemy <br /> you can accept it gracefully. <br />Or waste your money foolishly <br /> pursuing dreams that cannot be. <br /> <br />24-Jun-08 <br />Http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vanity-18/
