Time To Act My Age, Or Is It?

Those secret little places
I used to guard with pride,
those pretty little curves
I used to hate to hide.

All those hills and hollows
that drew admiring stares
from all kinds of fellows
sizing up my wares.

Now that time has caught me
I’m not prized anymore
the aforementioned features
drag along the floor.

To all things come endings
as expected time must win;
my wares have lost their beauty
time to rein them in.

Time to dress in purple
loose and comfy clothes.
Surrender to convention
before turning up my toes.

Or is it just a hiccup
a silly mood I’m in?
Get yourself a brandy girl
you’ve aged! So what.. Chin chin!