ALONG CAME FABULOUS…

Today I found another gray hair…
Around the corner waits menopause…
But I’m not worried a bit my dear;
The life is no less than fabulous.

The triumph of wisdom, as we are told,
The insight and knowledge of divine…
Oh no my friend we’re not getting old,
We age to perfection like the good wine.

The time is what brings the best of us,
And time erases all the flaws.
We don’t get old, no doubt and no fuss;
We’re getting better as the time goes.

Bifocals may need new lenses again,
As our neighbors pass unrecognized…
There is nothing wrong; simple and plain…
It’s just evolution of our eyes.

Elasticized pants are there to fight
Notorious muffin top’s conspiracy.
Along with tee shirts well oversized,
They guard our waist’s right to privacy.

The wrinkle here, the sag over there,
We all know well what gravity does.
It doesn’t matter to us my dear,
In spite of that all, we’re still fabulous.
　

©2013 Josephine Lake