A New Face

I’m off to the shop to buy a new face.
The old one has failed to keep up the pace with
me and my life and my loves and in case

you didn’t know me when I was a child
you’d never know now that I was both mild
and meek but still quite worthwhile and

now all you see is an old woman with lines,
a halo of hair grown both wiry and fine and
a personal essence hard to define.

Inside, trust me, I’m summer heat lightning.
I’m early dawn when the sky is first brightening
with colors growing, expanding and heightening.

I need a new face to project my splendor
so it’s off to the face shop, my preferred vendor
who will match the real me with me that you see.

(The ender.)