There’s something said of beauty
As seen in ones own naked eyes
In the mirror you hope it will lie
But does my own beauty haunt me?
Acquired age has
a funny way of
Altering perceptions
Now I wear a mask,
but it’s , not perceived
They come. In assorted styles
It covers my nose not my eyes
Yes, protecting others from me
Six feet distancing I must be
Isolation doesn’t help lies
The world is
in a pandemic
And wearing
a mask is mandatory
As for my beauty , well
That shall rest for now
Cuando ya no Niebla mis gafas rosadas
(when I no longer fog up my rosy glasses)