Losing Pace

The mirror’s the scariest place
For gazing at my aging face.
I realize that I’m
In the race against time
Fairly certain to lose in disgrace.

Clothes and make-up can help to erase
Certain wrinkles so I can embrace
How I look for a while
And by adding a smile
I can put forth a credible case.

Yet what tells me that I am off base
And persuades me to give up the chase
Is the camera my spouse
Likes to click, which can douse
All my confidence, leaving no trace.