Ransom
Once gone, it’s gone.
Frittered away yet never forgotten.
Wrinkles, euphemistically labeled laugh lines,
Abound.
Frizzly gray hair
Strangles those once shiny curls.
Like unwelcome guests,
Pink scalp and cellulite unfurl.
Wisdom,
Rumored to be token compensation,
Arrives,but usually disappoints.
Scream.
Shout!
Reject.
But in the end accept,
There is no ransom for youth.
— Mugsy
Once gone, it’s gone.
Frittered away yet never forgotten.
Wrinkles, euphemistically labeled laugh lines,
Abound.
Frizzly gray hair
Strangles those once shiny curls.
Like unwelcome guests,
Pink scalp and cellulite unfurl.
Wisdom,
Rumored to be token compensation,
Arrives,but usually disappoints.
Scream.
Shout!
Reject.
But in the end accept,
There is no ransom for youth.
— Mugsy
I love to see a poem in these 40Days blogs! Now, this is not exactly "fiction" but it certainly is FLASHY! And TRUE! ---Macoff
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