Gazing Ball

Looking in the golden garden gazing ball

Smooth skin, sexy smile, shining eyes

Youthful sparks of fire.

When a dirty wart-nosed witch attacks

I rub my eyes and then the saggy skin of harsh reality leers back at me again

Turning away, I laugh. Standing up straight and strong, I take a deep breath and look around the garden full of life and the many paths waiting to be explored.

Don’t trust gazing balls.