Oh, my dearest vanity

Oh, my dearest vanity.

Youth lives by

the hair blower

and the mirror.

so much vanity,

so much

burdened

worry.

when do we

learn it

does no good?

We cannot control how

the earth turns

nor if

and

when we

land

in a wheel chair.

despite us

wanting reality

to become otherwise,

life itself is change,

it’s letting go.

but, we want to

hold on to

our own

day to day

sameness

and routine.

from here

onward

where we go

no one knows.

for we

are never

promised

one

more

day.

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Me and my wife live with our wonderful pets. I hope you like my blog finding it informative, meaningful and entertaining. I write about varied subjects having written books for sale on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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