The Narcissistic young are the worst offenders by far,
A tilt of the head like their adored favourite Star.
The Stance now exact by the Mirror at home,
That ‘Oscar Night’ poise that is perfectly honed.
A look in the eyes, give the lips a good purse,
The ‘Glossy Mag’ look that is daily rehearsed.
A turn at the waist so the angles just right,
It’s a ritual of sorts that they daily recite,
Two-fingers of Peace and a fluff of the hair,
‘Exclamation Point’ view for the Media to share.
The Darkened Shades Off, or just keep them on,
A Testament of days when all youth has but gone.
But in my own April time, when youth flowed through the veins,
I’d be guilty as charged, for I would be the same.
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Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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Excellent write
Thanks Tony.
You're welcome
Ah, platforms and modes change and so do situations and eras but wants and needs always remain. So much depth of insight. 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Thank you. And I must admit to the odd ‘Selfie’.
Thank you.
Our selfies are basically to visually document where we’ve been, in case we forgot and as evidence to the curious. 😊👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
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