This is Maxine, your youngest daughter
You are gone now, though I have memories
You need know what’s happened since you left me
I got older, but not so wiser
Now my bladder, acts like a geyser
And my body, once trim and fit
Is slowly turning into a pile of shit
My chin’s waddle, has come to roost
And my ass is, getting loose
My eyesight’s dimming, my hearing’s poor
And my hair is grey which, I don’t adore
Now I don’t want to, be complain’n
But my boobs are, not sustaining
Not so perky, sad to say
But that’s a story for another day
Why or why can this be true
I’m turning now to both of you
For heavenly answers … you can lie
And say I still look fifty-five
Whose to blame for this disaster
Give me answers, that’s what I’m after
All my genes are fading fast
Tell me that my youthful body please will last
That’s what’s happened, it’s come to pass
I’m now a senior, and not a lass
I’m embracing, my new life
Turned off newscasts, so there’s no more strife
I’ve decided, no more mirrors
Cause without them, no more tears
Youth is great but, what was I saying
Oh yes, give a cheer for all of us who’re aging!
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