The Plastic Surgery Option

Getting old: as hard as it looks.

This truth is in mirrors and books.

Some slick surgeons will say

For a fee there’s a way—

But time’s no bought treasure. They’re crooks.

 

Providing a service, we hear—

A nip and a tuck by each ear;

With serum each morning

(The grave gives fair warning)

Watch creases and years disappear!

 

Presumptuous thieves, truth be told.

Oft wizened themselves, yet so bold.

With hairlines receding

They schedule a meeting:

Our silver transforms to their gold.

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