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Dignity's Wealth
An eighty-buck hairdo,
an eighty-year face
The two now in conflict,
all balance erased
With age as a symbol
to search and destroy
All vanity coddled,
to plunder and toy
Bejeweled and bedangled,
she limps from the chair
Her stylist left smirking,
paid well-more than fair
These ‘blue hairs' a staple,
her ticket to fame
The stench of the hair dye,
the price of the game
The credit card processed,
cash tip in her hand
She escorts Miss Edna
to her handicapped van
In the mirror she wonders,
as she looks at herself
“Am I just a pariah
-stealing dignity's wealth”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
an eighty-year face
The two now in conflict,
all balance erased
With age as a symbol
to search and destroy
All vanity coddled,
to plunder and toy
Bejeweled and bedangled,
she limps from the chair
Her stylist left smirking,
paid well-more than fair
These ‘blue hairs' a staple,
her ticket to fame
The stench of the hair dye,
the price of the game
The credit card processed,
cash tip in her hand
She escorts Miss Edna
to her handicapped van
In the mirror she wonders,
as she looks at herself
“Am I just a pariah
-stealing dignity's wealth”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)
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