Dark circles under my eyes;
I wonder what it signafies.
Could it be I don't sleep well,
Or maybe my face just fell.
Growing old isn't so bad,
And it really doesn't make me sad.
It's my body I don't like;
I can't even ride my bike.
I can sleep late in my cozy bed,
Or stay up very late instead.
I don't have to clean my house,
Nor do I have to put on a blouse.
Restuarants give me discounts;
I'm a penny pincher who counts.
And I have no qualms or remorse;
Sometimes I eat like a horse.
I'm just like most people my age,
I refuse to stay in my cage.
I go anywhere I want to,
And never mind those who boo.
I destest Mother Nature
Who gave me this discomforture,
But at least I'm still here
And someday God will take me there.
by Jann Newland
©October 2009
