Lie

Stan Rogers

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At'last the kids__ are gone now__ for the day__ She reaches__ for__ the coffee_ as the school bus_ pulls away__ A'nother__ day__ to tend__ the house and__ plan__ For Friday__ at the Legion_ when she's dan_-cing with her man_ Sure was__ a bitter__ winter_ but Friday__ will be fine__ And may__-be last year's_ Easter dress_ will serve__ her one more time__ She'd pass for twenty-nine__ but for her eyes__ But Winter_ lines_ are telling_ wicked_ lies__ All lies_________ All'those lines_ they're telling__ wicked lies__ Lies____ All li-lies__ Too_ many_ lines_ there in that_ face_ Too_ many_ to erase_ or to_ disguise__ They must_ be telling lies___ Is this_ the face_ that won_ for her the man_ Whose_ amazed_ and_ clumsy fingers_ put that ring_ upon her hand_ No need_ to search that_ mirror_ for_ the years__ The'menace_ in their_ message_ shouts across_ the blur_ of tears_ So this is_ beauty's_ finish__ like Rodin's_ "Belle Heaulmière"__ The'pretty_ mai_-den trapped inside the ranch wife's toil and care_ Well'after seven kids_ that's no_ surprise__ But why__ cannot_ her mirror__ tell her__ lies__ All lies_________ All'those lines_ they're telling__ wicked lies__ Lies____ All li-lies__ Too_ many_ lines_ there in that_ face_ Too_ many_ to erase_ or to_ disguise__ They must_ be telling lies___ And she shakes off_ the bitter__ web she wove_ Turns_ to set_ the mirror_ gently face down_ by_ the stove_ She gathers_ up her apron_ in her_ hand_ Pours_ a cup of_ coffee_ drips Carnation_ from the can_ And thinks ahead to Friday__ 'cause Friday_ will be fine__ She'll look up_ in_ that_ weathered_ face that loves hers_ line_ for line_ To see_ that mai_-den shi_-ning in his__ eyes__ And laugh_ at how_ her mirror_ tells_ her lies_ All lies_________ All'those lines_ they're telling__ wicked lies__ Lies____ All li-lies__ Too_ many_ lines_ there in that_ face_ Too_ many_ to erase_ or to_ disguise__ They must_ be telling lies___ All'those lines_ they're telling__ wicked lies__ Lies____ All li-lies__ Too_ many_ lines_ there in that_ face_ Too_ many_ to erase_ or to_ disguise__ They must_ be telling lies___

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