Her Face was Like Cherleen

Her face was like a roadmap, Filled with destinations,

A life time of experience,

Important altercations.

She…was a person of interest,

A product of her life,

Experience was her teacher,

Through happiness and strife.

Her lifelong friend stood near her,

A blank page for a face,

She looked much like a statue,

Anchored to one place.

She was expressionless,

Devoid of interest,

No hint of her real feelings,

Pain or even jests.

This look had cost much money,

I think it was a waste,

This lady in an iron mask,

Showed not a hint of taste.

For me, I’ll take the roadmap,

The face with history,

The face with clear directions,

That speaks with clarity.

A tree that shows its trials,

And survivability,

Is my choice for my landscape,

The one that’s Botox free.