The Tube of Time

comfort, Getting old, Poetry, Possessions, Rhyme
Face preservation
I keep a little tube of time
And twice a day we race
I let a little drop escape
And put it on my face
The fragrant silky cream of life
Invites me to its shelf
I simply spread a dot and thus
Rejuvenate myself
We both should last for ever but
The finish line will come
The tube is going to reach it first 
According to my sums

A year has gone it's nearly done
But should I buy some more
It's hard to say that anyone
Looks younger than before
Or smoother than they would have done
Without the tube of youth
Whose time is squeezed away and gone
An undisputed truth
But who would want to risk the wrinkles
coming thick and fast
When every product's new improved 
And better than the last

So even if at great expense
It's surely no disgrace
To take some special precious time
And put it on your face

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9 thoughts on “The Tube of Time”

  2. I’ve only just seen this, Gill. It’s fab; so enjoyable & a new version! How skilled you are with rhyme & humour. What would we do without a silky smooth cream!

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