She’s indeed turning fourty five this coming Thursday, March 8, 2007.

Little aches, little pains
Something’s pounding in my brain.
I have this thing under my chin
I have strange wrinkles when I grin.

I have love handles, I think I have gout.
I think my hair is thinning out!
Sometimes I think I’m still “with it” that I still fit in.

And then I say “I remember when” or “Life’s too short”.
Or repeat a story I’ve already told.
Oh my gosh! I’ve gotten old!!

This can’t be happening, it must be a dream.
Would you pass the denture cream?
I have hair where hair shouldn’t grow,
I think I need support pantyhose.

Things have drooped from where they used to be
When did gravity get the best of me?
Middle age snuck up like cold molasses,
Where did I put my reading glasses?

I’ve got an idea-I’m going to fight it.
I’ll not get old, I know I won’t like it!
I’ll work out ,I’ll eat right and I won’t stay up too late at night

I’ll do yoga, I’ll meditate. Gee, I hope it’s not too late!
Lots of water, a grapefruit diet
Whatever sounds good, I think I’ll try it

After all of this work what did I find?
The only place that I’m still young
Is in my mind!!

by Angela Wright Sisk

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