The reflection she sees is youthful in appearance.
Shapened with the sharpen scalpel in her mind's eye.
Yet she is hopeful that the wrinkles around her eyes and
mouth
are hidden with the
thick makeup she applies.
She’s hopeful he doesn’t notice her aged hands or her
sagging breasts.
Hopefully he doesn’t see the grey the dye missed.
She hopes that her money will last, and he doesn't have
wayward eyes, for fairer skin, slimmer waist and hair that's not thin.
She’s hopeful that if
he only knew, he won't turn her away,
because she needs a man's touch this day.
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