I am sick of plastic grins
And half-hidden sins,
And those who wink
And think
I do not see
What they see
In me.
Shall I spend my day
(Like Dorian Gray)
Gazing at a portrait
I hate,
Because it ages not,
While I lose the plot
And myself enfold
In arms that are loathe to hold?
In the attic of my mind
I find
Skeletons that given half a chance,
Would dance in the bright day
And give the game away.
It is plain to see
That it is me
Who holds the attic’s key
(Though I can not wield the knife
That will end the portrait’s life).
K Morris - Poet 
Beautiful, Kevin!
Thank you, Maja. All the best, Kevin
This was just a wonderful read. The Picture of Dorian Gray is one of my favorites and you certainly did it justice… jc
Thank you, JC. I am really pleased you enjoyed reading my poem. All the best, Kevin
Amazing poem
Suberb
Thank you for your kind words. I am delighted that you enjoyed my poem, “A Latter Day Dorian Gray”. Best wishes, Kevin
This is exceptional! Loved it
Thank you for your extremely kind words, Paul. I very much appreciate them. Kevin