Once upon a time
a life fully lived
was written
in the lines on a face.

Accounts of
the troubles, the worries and pain
were observed
on the plains of the skin.

Times filled with
laughter, fears and tears
were embossed
in the wrinkles around eyes.

Now the tales
are wiped off,
chemically smoothed out,
skin stretched tight
and tugged behind ears.

The joys of a lifetime
the grace of maturity,
decades of experience
into lifeless masks.

Ugly Duckling in reverse.


© november child
 in response to: Tale Weaver Fairy Tale #77 July 21st – The Ugly Duckling
photo credit: stray bullet via flickr