Someone said that in heaven
we are all thirty-five and gorgeous.
Well, short of heaven, aren’t we
all thirty-five and gorgeous
in our dreams?
That is as it seems
in my dreams.
Until the next morning,
when I look in the mirror
and experience abject fear.
Yikes!
I’ll look forward to heaven
when I’m about ninety-seven
and then thirty-five and
gorgeous again.