Today is my birthday and while I am a teensy bit over 65 this poem still applies!
Some thoughts on turning 65:
The first one is I’m still alive!
There were times that’s been in doubt
But so far everything’s worked out.
Twenty five years now have passed
Since I wore my bikini last.
My slutty black dress days are gone.
At 9:00 p.m. I start to yawn.
My ears now have a constant buzz.
I’m one breast lighter than I was.
The one that’s left is getting saggy;
The skin below my eyes is baggy.
My back’s not stooped and I don’t wheeze,
But there’s this thing about my knees,
Like when I get down on the floor
Which I don’t do much anymore.
So who’s this woman that I see
Each morning looking back at me?
Not the one who caught men’s glances,
Causing them to make advances.
65! It can’t be true!
My mother is the person who
Is 65, not me, no way!
When DID these wrinkles come to stay?
I moisturize but can’t escape
How my skin’s morphed into crepe.
But even though kids call me ma’am
I’m more at ease with who I am.
Although my body has declined
I love what’s happened with my mind.
This consciousness that I’ve collected
Is put to good use, is respected.
I’m driven more to find life’s wonder;
I mind much less now when I blunder,
Because I’m called to risk, explore
A lot more than I did before.