A GLORIOUS DAY

A GLORIOUS DAY

Every day I fix my hair,

My efforts are often defeating.

Makeup on, then off at night;

I would rather take a beating.

In heaven will be no spritz or spray,

I won’t have to curl my hair.

Makeup will be a thing of the past,

For my complexion will always be fair.

I won’t have to clip my nails;

My skin will not get dry;

I’ll have no varicose veins;

My mirror will not make me cry.

Wrinkles, stretch marks, and rolls of flesh,

No longer will cause me fear.

Dimples in unwanted places,

In a twinkle will disappear.

My sight will return--my hearing, too.

My joints will no longer ache.

I will never be down in the back,

And pills I won’t have to take.

So what if my clothes don’t match;

Or if my figure they flatter.

Brand names won’t mean a thing;

In heaven it just won’t matter.

My nose won’t run, nor will my hose;

When I eat, my stomach won’t pay.

Nature will have no hold on me;

Oh what a glorious day!

Becky Overturf Wall