71

How did I ever get to be seventy one?

When did I get to weigh almost a ton?

How is it my wrinkles have wrinkles?

Why do I have a back that now crinkles?

Who is that old lady in my mirror?

If it's me I think I need a beer!

Why do I have the spirit of a teen

But my hearing is no longer keen?

I am no longer speed-walking

My feet really are squawking.

I now have a middle-aged spread

And my ample bottom feels like lead.

This little ditty is penned in jest

To make you smile is my quest

The cycles of my own life amuse me

Of being silly you may accuse me.

Now that I have lived all of these years

I think I'll have just as many beers

To allay all of my fears,

Stave off life's mournful tears

and bring on lots of happy cheers!

Wooo HOOOO !!!

© Mel Patterson, 10-25-11