Many of my gorgeous female friends are aged fifty or over and have a wonderful humour about themselves as they age ever so gracefully. So, this little poem is an ode to them all, and to my future. With love and humour I honour the Crone Goddess:
Bingo wings
Hairy lips,
Muffin tops
And wobbly hips.
Varicose veins
Grey hair dyed,
Take my pills
Cholesterol's high.
Bladder's weak
Eyesight's bad,
Moles all checked
So I am glad.
My body's sagged
But I'm up high
Cos my sanity
is on the fly!......WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
Hugs to you all.
Dayle
