You’re only as young as you feel, they say

Of course, you get older each day

Unless of course, you apply

Those lotions, potions, perfumes and aftershaves

Holding on to the fountain of youth ? Hardly

Life Poetry Romance Romantic

Octpowrimo – Scent

A response to Iscriblr’s poem for Day 8 of #Octpowrimo, you can find that Here

The colour of scent : Wallpapers by IS @

Splashed it all over ?
He knelt down to propose –
What’s that aroma ? Oh gawd! My Nose!