#2,389 In Time

mike bell poems poetry

I have seen how old you
look now –
there –
a raw
sadness creases
[men’ll
gloat under grey brows –
preen svelte manes] –
a
concern of weight pulls
on your grace-less hips –
your constant mirrored
looks fool your eyes
[to
seeking relief in halls of
fairground mirrors]
& in
time that silver of truth
is not more cheated on –
in time you will give up
your corrupted denials