Raindrop splashes
On my face
Running off makeup
That I hide myself behind–
Eyelashes thin,
Patchy skin,
Wrinkled eyes,
Lips dried,
Cheeks hollowed,
Darkening shadows,
Age creeping with all its might.
With brushes I fight
The unforgiving world
That expects perfection
In nails and shoes
And hair dos.
I wish I didn’t have to.
I wish I could just stand in rain;
So droplets would fall on face;
And let the facade slide.
Sigh!
I share your pain about rain, for different reasons. Cumbersome umbrellas, dog-walking in mud, sodden clothing, and no enthusiasm to venture out. I think I should live in a desert, but then I would almost certainly complain about the heat. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hehehe, we are difficult to be pleased, I guess!
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