Live for each decade, Not decline in them!
Those twenties, oh I remember well,
Young and supple,
days full of hard work,
nights full of passion.
Then crept in those dirty,
Thirties, still sexy lexy I was told,
Yet slower and not much of a gower.
Then, It felt like I was in a time machine,
Which went very fast in to my 50's before my time, With wrinkles here and
Botox there, stockings hung up
Looking old and tired and full of wear.
Sex and parties had,
stopped knocking on my door,
I decided to except the not
So rawing 50's, with some demur.
What if no more basque's or men in toe,
Would I not feel the warmth of a man's body no more.
Should I quietly wait for the pension bus,
Sit by the fire knitting and moaning about lifes worries, and what if's,Or Remeber I still have two legs to walk,two eyes to see, and Brain to retrain.I may be older, this is true,
But my desire to enjoy life still is strong.
I have no intention of giving up,
My body and lifestyle may have changed,
But I don't intend giving in to this old age!