Narcissus

You are running out of hours
[at your age] as stuff doesn’t
happen – a quick year struck

off by wrinkles & looser skin –
less to behold & lower prices
set for your auldest of work –

expectations lowered – more
despair – a bristle-like hair on
your chin’ll beg an extraction

in your mirror-mirror [no day
is quite as easy as it was back
when – now they won’t look] –

so postpone it [again!] & lie –
do not admit your age – let it
fade & leave less grey to dye