Facelift?

I took an unexcused absence from work and spent the day lying on the couch with an ice pack on my face after returning from the doctor’s office…desperately hoping that he had removed some of the wrinkles from my mug giving me a more childlike facade. But by the end of the day I mustered enough courage to look in the mirror only to discover the double chin was still hanging where it had been.  Perhaps I should concentrate more on listening to the doctor, wearing a hat and staying out of the sun instead of worrying about my youthful appearance.  For it seems inevitable that I am going to have the scars and wrinkles…a much better choice than squamous cells.

Thank you Lord for all my riches

The operation had no glitches

I thank the doc for all the stitches

As it heals, now it itches

Amen