Peas in Pods

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PEAS IN PODS

Most of us, I fear, are flawed; our faces just scrape by,

With a nose that's rather bulbous, or a slightly wayward eye.

Maybe our chin's receding, maybe our brow's too low;

Maybe our lips are crooked or our ears are set too low.

We view the ideal beauties, up there on the silver screen,

And we feel that Nature's cheated us, and acted rather mean.

The roll of DNA dice has resulted in a face

That's sort of 'disadvantaged', a little out of place.

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There's a mathematical formula for beauty that's extreme;

For the truly perfect features that, for us, live in a dream.

Below, see the proportions that represent perfection;

With nothing slightly crooked or going in the wrong direction.

Then view the lovely creature in the photograph below,

With all her glorious attributes amazingly on show.

There's a face to aim for; that's how we want to be!

We are lesser mortals, as anyone can see!     

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But wait! If we all were perfect we'd all look just the same;

Like peas in pods we'd always match, and that would be a shame.

The face of this perfect lady would be multiplied in the street!

We'd see it duplicated on those we chanced to meet.

Like peas in pods we'd go through life with no means of recognition!

And that would put as all in a peculiar position.

'Excuse me, are you Ermintrude or are you Sarah Jane?'

And you'd be faced with rows of 'peas' on the bus or on the train!

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A face that is a fortune I fear I've been denied,

And there have been occasions when I really could have cried

Viewing in the mirror the mishmash that's my face

With nothing really matching or in it's appointed place.

But at least my face is recognised as something that is 'me'.

After all, on consideration, who wants to be a 'pea'?

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Not us but the mood's identical

THE LONG HOLIDAY

I'm well-aware Old Age can be

A time of great adversity,

And I don't want to make a joke

Out of the pain of other folk.

However, I am here to say

Retirement can be a holiday

For those of us who've had the luck

To age, yet not become unstuck.

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Creaks? We've got them everywhere;

Also thinning or greying hair;

Replacement hips? Replacement knees?

Of course! For items such as these

Are part of the general wear and tear.

Perfect specimens are rare.

Comparing 'symptoms' is quite fun......

'Have you got one?' ......'Yes, I've got one.'

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Now, if you're under thirty-five,

You'll think 'Why bother to survive

In such a state of sad decay?

These dogs have certainly had their day.

I'd simply take a little pill

If I were heading-off downhill!

Youth is passion, youth is vigour!

I'd hate my stomach to get bigger!'

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Now, chickadees, turn your tiny brains

To all the many obvious gains!

I've been retired for twenty years

And every year I've raised three cheers!

Imagine a life in which you're free

To turn each day into a spree!

Wake when you like, and keep pursuing

All the things you most like doing!

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When your turn comes I know you'll say

'Life's an unending holiday!'

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