At the cusp of getting old
I painted
a self-portrait.
Appropriately
it was Fall.
Crimson and gold leaves
swirl around me
in the painting.
My face is lined,
my shoulders tense,
my eyes squint in pain.
I hold a mask
before me
of a young woman
with blushing cheeks.

Wow! When are you going to publish these?
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Thank you again for supporting me. Let Puffin Publishers know I’m open to an offer. (just joking about the last part)
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