Look at me,
My mane my crowning glory,
Is wiry silvery tufty.
The charm the dimple,
Has lost its wrinkle, no twinkle.
The eyes which sparkled,
Is cataractic and arched.
The neck so supple,
Used to be so nimble.
The breasts so springy and proud,
Shows its parturient sag.
The female chest so proud,
Kyphotic and osteoporotic.
The naval midriff to exhibit,
Left with striae, protuberant and scarred over.
Posterior an asset to pride,
Is adiposed with deposition by the side.
The thigh the thunder,
Is flabby without tone no wonder.
The feet so petit,
Shoe size big fit.
They say it’s worth it,
To see one in your own mould.
To share, to care,
I shudder to disagree.
My mind is no more mind,
As I lost in rearing my kind.
Tme has not been kind
Tme has not been kind
As I count my time,
In the old folks home.
Just look at me!--
FG.
FG.
