I Slipped From Pretty

​Hi Friends, this is my blog for March

​I slipped from pretty into good looking for her age quite without notice,
Perhaps Jane Fonda can handle both but, somehow, I couldn’t hang on
I think it had something to do with those two quite significant swollen pieces of skin, on my face, one under each eye
At first, I tried to think they were sensual and soulful, like Anna Magnani in a De Sica film, the images floating like a dream in my head.
But reality knocked and, I had to face that they were from sleepless nights manifesting them selves by the loose skin of aging.
Then there are the wrinkles, so if I had my eyes fixed, what would I do about them?
As if I slip covered my couch , what about the club chairs ?
If I told you my age, you would laugh at me because at 85 I still worry about these trivial things while I live in a time of roulette  
 If we land on one number we live, one number we die
Am I that shallow still
or is it because I grew up in a house
where our worth was judged by our beauty?
If my destiny is to live another 15 years then I must learn to look at myself as a glorious piece of antique architecture, nicked and rained on but
still interesting to behold