Ode To Another Birthday
Kathy Francescon, Kingsport, TN
My birthday is just around the corner, I’ll be turning fifty-four,
But my house guest, Old Ms. Menopause, won’t let me celebrate anymore!
She’s made it hard to thread a needle, she’s made it hard to read small print,
She insists on keeping me awake at night and my energy is all but spent!
She’s now made the mirror my enemy and gave gravity permission to win,
My bags and sags are apparent and so is my wrinkled skin!
So I use all the trendy products to try keep it all in place,
I cleanse, I tone, and I moisturize, my hands, my feet, and my face!
Now my hair color comes from a bottle, I must cover up this gray,
What used to be long and silky, is now short and feels like hay!
And I hate to even acknowledge, where my bosoms now reside,
Ms. Menopause took high and perky and moved them to my sides!
I look behind and catch a glimpse and heave a heavy sigh,
She has taken my rear on a trip down south to hang out with my thighs!
But my husband says not to worry, for he still loves me so,
But last time he saw me in the buff, he complimented my toes!
But another birthday will make me wiser, at least I’m supposed to be,
Sex tonight? Sorry dear, Ms. Menopause requested we watch TV!
