Life After 40

Life begins at forty,
At least that's what they say.
So what is all this crackling I hear,
When I try to walk away?

My hair is still growing long,
But the color is no longer mine.
Is it supposed to fill my comb,
And be so frizzy all the time?

I try to watch everything I eat,
As I nibble and munch all day.
I say chocolate as a special treat,
But it lands on my hips anyway!

What's that you say?
Can you speak up?
I can't hear over the water,
As I rinse my drool cup.

My days seem so much shorter now,
I fall asleep by nine.
I check out hunks in the shopping mall,
Couldn't handle them if they were mine!

I guess I better end this now,
It's time to take my Geritol.
This getting older, I must say,
Is not much fun at all!

Dianna Petry copyright 2002
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