Miracle Worker: An Ode to my Face Cream

Miracle Worker

Oh Miracle Worker

You please me so

I slather you on as I get ready to go.

You plump up the lines and fill in the wrinkles

almost like spackle,  you work on my crinkles.

But the image in the mirror is not shown to the masses

Do I see the  miracle ’cause I’m not wearing my glasses?

It doesn’t matter because I believe

in magic and miracles

(perhaps I’m naive).

So I’ll smile and project even if it’s deception

Could be the real miracle

is in my perception.

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