These pearly whites have grown quite dim.
These legs run no more on a whim.
These eyes see things with a fuzzy rim.
These ears don’t hear, they’ve left me grim.
My hands are frail, my skin is loose.
My life it teeters in a deuce.
My face from suade swan to grey goose.
My mind itself becomes abstruse.
Where blush once sat so comfortably.
Looks clownish and unaccompanied.
I’d steal the sights of all these men.
If I still had my looks, ten out of ten.
My lashes long and nails so healthy.
My hair it whipped in woven frenzy.
I never had a doubt or qualm.
Because my voice was the most beautiful song.
Since then I’ve lost the velvet sound.
Since then my smile has become a frown.
Since then my hair has fallen down.
Since then I’ve lost that beauty crown.
And now I cry some salty tears.
Wrinkles and lines have become my fear.
Oh how I miss my youth so dear.
In this time, my final years.
