Today I ran across Poem About Morning by William Meredith. There is a lot to digest there for a relatively short poem, but I got a good laugh out of this line:
“Life is some kind of loathsome hag who is forever threatening to turn beautiful.”
Indeed. And sometimes, she actually pulls it off!
You can (and should) read the whole poem here:
https://april-is.tumblr.com/post/513096646/april-11-2010-poem-about-morning-william
It occurs to me... 