I look in the mirror not pleased with what I see
There stands this old lardbucket grinning at me
Her skin is rimpled and her hair is grey
Her war against gravity is a dismay
Her breasts are sagging, her belly is too
Hair growing on chin, pfft fit for a zoo
I look at her nose, its growing longer
I look at her face, the lines deeper and stronger
I see the under-chin all old people have
I see the lips and the way she laughs
Fifty years shes been on this earth
Has wedded a idiot and has given birth
The two things in life that give her hope
Her kids are the reason that she can cope
A love found online but never in bed
Ashamed of her figure it has got to be said
Love conquers all the people proclaim
But they've not counted on a females shame
The world is for the young and forever obsessed
With glowing tight skin and perky breasts
A lover she'll not have again, not even a taste
This is the truth that this old woman must face
Where does that leave this person I see
Waiting for death and that person is me!
©dutch2lips
May 6th, 2006
