Sixty Something

Sixty Something

I’m not “very old” nor “over the hill” but sadly I’ve got to admit
That due to relentless advancing years, I AM getting on a bit!
I was fine ‘til out shopping in Asda, I decided to try on a frock.
I squeezed myself into the cubicle and then nearly died from the shock!

Where was that punchy young woman? Who’s this old lady I see?
Who had taken that lovely young girl and replaced her with frumpy old me?
So there I was standing in knickers and bra. …. NOT an attractive sight!
Not helped by the full-length carnival mirror and a bright flashing fluorescent light.

A saggy old, baggy old bag puss with wrinkles and cellulite thighs
With lumps and bumps and bingo wings. Am I sure that this bra’s the right size??
There and then, I made the decision to accept my old body with pride,
As that feisty young lady, still here with me really, is raging within me,inside.

And that dress? It was youthful and daring, but I’ll wear it, cos guess what? It fit!
And I’m cocking a snook at conventional dressing, to hell with all of that sh*t!
( So now everyone knows, in spite of my clothes, I AM getting on a bit!)