The face we deserve
Ultimately we get the face we deserve,
Trauma apart, it can be stated without reserve;
The miserable will be in perpetual mourning,
Obsessional gloom drags down the corners of their mouth
Their fixed stares fail to notice the good of morning
And their chin heads irrevocably south.
In the end we get the face we deserve
From the forehead’s wrinkles to the jawbone’s curve;
Those who take themselves without a pinch of salt
And think each moment must be lived seriously
Will grit their teeth and revel in finding fault
And regard every person in the room imperiously.
We finish up wearing the face we truly earned
It forms as natural as landscape and can’t be learned;
The thoughtful and considerate will find a fit expression
Daily taking out their love to polish and preserve;
Dull-eyed those who rate people less than possessions,
In the end they will get the face they deserve.
At the very end the same face waits for all
Each contour worn away like a wind-bitten wall;
The eyes half-closed, the skin turned sallow,
It’s now plain to see the underlying skull.
Dry caked lips have spoken their final hallo
And the face we deserved will soon be null.