Danny Peart

Not Quite So Handsome

I don’t know who you are, but I’m going to shave you anyway. Lew Welch, Beat Poet

I look in the mirror and realize I’m just not good looking anymore. But what can I do about it?

Buy a new sports car? A motorcycle? Oh yes, a motorcycle! Could try new glasses, new clothes from Harry Rosen?

Lose weight, gain some muscle. I suppose this grey beard is not helping. Wearing a tux could work. A desperate measure, though.

It helps me to know that writers are not expected to be good looking anyway. Makes one thankful not to be an actor or a musician.

Then I thought about my heart. Could a man become more attractive to others by showing more of his heart?

Could his eyes tell you how much he cares? Maybe focus on listening better? There are so many ways to show love.

The guy I see in the mirror seems to have aged 50 years, but that’s only skin deep.

Or, perhaps, I’ll say “It is what it is.” And get on with my shave.

Amanda Hale

Amanda Hale

Amanda Hale

Amanda Hale