I wrote this poem ten years ago when I was forty. It's cute. Thought I'd share it with you all.
Reality Bites
I'm perplexed
Well hell, I'm vexed
I'm staring at the mirror transfixed
The image there surprises me
It's not a sex goddess of 23
Instead I see a forty year old
Strands of silver meshed in with gold
I must have smiled frequently
My crows lines are expressive of my geniality
My eyes come with luggage, fully packed
My breasts are compressed instead of stacked
But am I depressed, no siree
My husband has still got a thing for me
I may be forty but I can still jive
My husband is only 35.
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