They come to me disfigured and
beyond a doctors care,
or aged beyond the skill of
any surgeon to repair
With tired eyes and sagging skin
and lacking muscle tone,
and it's my job to restore them to
the paragons once known.
It's not for them I do this, as
they're not the ones that ask.
It's parents, children, others who
leave me this gentle task.
It's not their pride or vanity
that brings them down to me
but the love of those around them
who want the world to see
that though the spark of life has gone,
thanks to my art and skill,
they're lying in their coffins but
they could be sleeping still.