Fooling Father Time
Is Father Time a father?
Really, truly a creator?
A protector?
If it’s true, why do we trick
And flatten out new wrinkles – use the
Twinkly toes on rows of cream and salves?
If he were father, everybody’s kindly father,
Why would life be linear?
Smooth, chubby bodies
Turning skinnier,
And men and women readier
And ready for…their graves?
But we’re ‘worth it’,
Buying l’oreals and restylanes
And product lines to shave the lines
That so-called Father you’re-so-vain Time
Lays on us for what?
The point? There seems no point
In fooling ‘round with, or just fooling time –
And you don’t have to call him father.
© Fooling Father Time 9.21.2008
Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Nature; Circling Round Wrinkles; Time;
Arlene Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 