42 and Counting
by 500Jerk
Eye cream, I bought you
In hopes you would turn back time.
Nightly, I smear you
Into my laugh lines
But I see no real progress.
Rather, time’s progress
Continues. Wrinkles
Deepen, and only my funds
Visibly dwindle.
Hope in a glass jar
Or just snake oil? Regardless,
My HSA will not pay.
Eye cream, I bought you
In hopes you would turn back time.
Nightly, I smear you
Into my laugh lines
But I see no real progress.
Rather, time’s progress
Continues. Wrinkles
Deepen, and only my funds
Visibly dwindle.
Hope in a glass jar
Or just snake oil? Regardless,
My HSA will not pay.
If that left you wanting more, my haiku for unwanted meals, Google calendar, and a working mom's dinner can be found here, here, and here.
2 comments:
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Your face is perfect. I do know a good eye cream though. Love the arbonne. when oh when will you post again?
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