You think you're getting older when you see the crows feet there
And when you start to see the gray, throughout your golden hair.
You begin to use the wrinkle cream and try new shades of blonde,
And have a sexy man to play with, naked in a pond.
You ignore the aging process and really don't feel your age,
You drive a racy sports car, you friends say it's a stage.
In your mind you're still a babe, and forget the achy knees,
You wear tight pants and t-shirts, turn deaf to teens' embarrassed pleas.
Pretending all you want is fine until you find a gray strand there,
Not upon your golden head, but down amongst your pubic hair.
No comments:
Post a Comment