Appraisal of A Face

First thing in mind
is my crooked smile
three days of stubble
and side burns, frizz-wild.

I'd look five years younger
if I'd shave my head
blue eyes of wonder
house worrisome dread.

Certain angles might be handsome
in the evening, rundown
my hair has been thinning
but just at the crown.

A faint trace of old stitches
above my fat upper lip
hide the concrete collision
of a front tooth once chipped.

I wouldn't say that I'm ugly
but unique, in some way
Seems my forty year face
might be starting to gray

So I'll work behind the curtain
transform feeling to rhyme
if this appraisal continues
I might suspect it's not mine.