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Jessica, the Late Blonde Bombshell


09.19.17 Posted in today's words by

John Grey’s most recent poem to appear here was “Ursula” (June 2016)

Jessica, the Late Blonde Bombshell
By John Grey

Men don’t kiss her,
at least not close to the mouth.
She’s no longer the prettiest girl in town
or the glamorous young woman
or the belle with more suitors
than a movie star.
The parts of her face
that once made up the perfect whole
are spotted and wrinkled
and clothing and makeup
are not there to flatter
but enjoined to disguise.
She once could gaze in the mirror
and tell herself,
“You look like a million bucks.”
And now,
all she had going for her,
is gone.
She’s Aunt Jessica, these days,
whose presence at family gatherings
is born more from guilt feelings
than the pleasure of her company.
She’s like the high school football star
whose life ended fifty years
before he died.
Nothing lasts forever.
To her, it just seems that way.



One Response to “Jessica, the Late Blonde Bombshell”

  1. Poignant! You have summed up the life of so many people. Some that only had their looks and a few cliches. Some that never had time to build that bond; they were to busy. Great poem!!

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