© 2013 Rick Hardman
The glaring light from the string of bulbs above the mirror does me no favours.
Apparently, I combed my hair with an egg beater this morning.
But, at least I have hair,
My one small victory.
Though who is that stranger in front of me?
My evil twin?
Wrinkles, they must be contagious
I need to stop hanging out with old cantankerous curmudgeons
I’ve caught the virus
Wait! They must be laugh lines
I’m obviously a very funny fellow.
Rick, were you laughing when you sent this to me? You were right to think I would delight in it. In fact, I went straight to the mirror and decided I must be a very funny woman. Thanks for putting some fun into aging.