One year ago, I wrote this little ode to my face cream.   Today, I’ve written an update  below it.

First the original just one short year ago…

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 naïve).

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

Could be the real miracle

is in my perception.

And one year later we have the update…

Oh Miracle Worker

your miracle’s gone.

It no longer matters how much I put on.

Glasses or not, I surely can see

You’ve definitely stopped working and

no longer fool me.

The mirror now holds a much different sight,

It just might be time to consider the knife.

Oh Miracle Worker,

you were nice while you lasted but

for now I’ll replace you with some Glycolic Acid…