Poem-a-day - April 9

Today's prompt: A self-portrait

You can see through

my hair and my desire

to be liked.

My teeth,

though once braced,

have never

been straight.

I am. but am

a good ally

of those who aren't.

My ears don't work

as well as

they once did.

Neither do I.

I look at you

with both eyes.

One wanders left

tipping you off

to my politics.

My skin

is crinkling

around the edges.

My face

and life

show signs

of wear

and of life

lived

lucky and well.