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.