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Sonnets
Poet Lariat
MAKE-OVER
Looking at my aging self I thought
The Antique Road Show was my place,
polished but banged up a lot.
But first, Make Over of my face
and form, to raise my worth;
and junk removed from every room;
for my interior, new birth.
by Changing Places, I assume
the mein of nicer guy at last!
(So many waited, losing hope!)
This Old House, rebuilds my past -
veneer, some objets d’art, some boards, some soap.
Thusly, I need not the Hour of God
to look my best beneath the sod.
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission