Once again, I’ve started a post and my thoughts managed to go into a different direction.
I’m procrastinating my shopping post—but my brain was interrupted when I started to think about my upcoming birthday.
I’ll be working on my shopping post for a long time, I fear!
I won’t be 61 anymore. I’ll be 62. And my body is doing weird things to me against my will.
The way others look at aging makes me upset too.
And today, I’m thinking about these changes…
Yeah. It’s one of THOSE “Meh” moments. Just one step above a pity party!
The Ragin’ Agein’
My head of hair was once so thick and lustrous and silky
My mother said she’d use it to mop the floor t’was filthy
And now with age the hair is sparse and dry and oh so thin
The hairs from atop my head have been replaced upon my chin
My face was smooth and luminous a dewy clear visage
Now I have to prime and paste the makeup to mirage
The wrinkles and the fine lines that the aging process left as signs.
The pricey boar’s hair brush that worked it’s magic and its luck
Has been replaced by tweezers to assist my daily pluck!
But rather than bemoan this loss that’s had me feeling sad,
I found the greatness of the wig and ne’er a hair day bad!
My pasty legs so paper white with popped out veins of blue
Have made me love my fake tan for that glowing sun-kissed hue
And now when I look down where once were pretty shapely ankles
I see two thick’ning little stubs. Oh shit! I’m getting cankles!
When in my younger days, I didn’t need a bra at all,
My titties have expanded and they’ve started their grand fall.
My neck—it used to be a place of quite erotic feelings
And now it’s just a sagging tube of a turkey necked railing
My ass was cute and firm and smooth and oh so nicely round
These days it sags and drags while making unavoidable sound
My tummy lost its muscle and loosely jiggles too.
Perhaps I’m the first woman who could house a kangaroo!
My memory plays mean games on me, it lapses in a flash
But yet I can remember all the words of Crosby Stills and Nash
So, it really isn’t awful and it isn’t much to dread
Because it’s better that I live than that I end up dead!
Nope! I’m like Jacque Brel. Alive and well but not living in New York.
Yeah. It is. I think we all get in those “ragin agein’” moods every now and then, but in the end. It’s all good because we are here to experience ageing!
That’s right! I’ll be the cheerleader for the Ragin’ Agein’–saggy titties and all!!!
And how could I not play this great song by Crosby Stills and Nash? Suite Judy Blue Eyes. (I remember every single word!)
