Marrakesh: and a tale of sparkle & jewels {or perhaps a ruse}

When the beauty fades, when the lines appear, when the hair grows thinner and thinner.

{Oh! When did the young girls become so beautiful?}

That's when I reach for the sparkle.

A distraction, perhaps, from the widening middle.

A detour from the wrinkled hands.

Perhaps all you'll see is my sparkle.  

Yes.....my sparkle