Women hate to tell their age
Those who know it are but few
If men guess it wrong, they rage
Lying – a safer thing to do!
To keep up the pretence, we scheme
Hairdressers always in the know
And as for all those pots of cream -
Beauty parlours overflow!
We fake it, make it, add some blush
In our mirrors, stare and cry
When we see we're past first flush
We can't stop anni domini!
Is our face our fortune still?
Let's give such artifice a rest
Our souls are never o'er the hill
Wearing a warm smile is best!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015