Face-It - Lester Queripel

My face will eventually let me down
It will wear a permanent frown
It will tell the story of my life
The stress and all the strife
My face is showing the times
I have wrinkles, and I have lines
I try to put on a happy face
So I put on the mask
I do not want you to see through me
So I do not even ask
My face is false and it shows
The scars, the knocks, the blows
I did not choose it, will never lose it
I cannot change it, but I could rearrange it
Because although my face is mature, there is a cure
I could have plastic surgery
But that will coat me money
So plastic surgery is not for me
I will have to face it, embrace it
That is the way it is meant to be

Lester Queripel