Growing Older

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When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less
I needn’t hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older, I’ve set my body free;
There’s comfort of elastic where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high heeled shoes, my feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now, but used to wear a seven.
And how about those pantyhose? They’re sized by weight you see,
So how come when I put them on, the crotch is at my knees?
I need to wear these glasses as the prints were getting smaller,
And it wasn’t very long ago I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to grey and my skin no longer fits,
On the inside, I’m still the same old me,
Just the outside’s changed a bit.





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