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I'm told that beautiful women
Find it harder to cope with age
Than their plainer sisters
When they reach that certain stage.
If you've always seen a lovely face
In the mirror every day,
Wrinkles must be distressing
And hair that's thin and grey.
There are clinics that offer liposuction,
Botox and a face lift;
The family can pay for a boob job
As a Christmas or birthday gift.
These measures are expensive
And alas, alack one fine day
You'll find that your face has crumpled again
And your loveliness faded away.
If you never have been pretty
The problem does not arise,
You don't expect to see beauty -
You are used to averting your eyes.
I am glad I was not born a beauty
(Looks are but surface sham)
With long shapely legs and thick glossy hair ....
Oh what a liar I am!
February 2011
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