A looking glass to capture my beauty
A hubba-hubba hiney to enhance my booty,
A knit pair of socks that comes in three’s
A Mexican maid ta’ keep me off my knees
A knowing smile from my loving brood,
Some pheromone gel to enhance my mood
Six calling suitors, without solicitous needs
Two family members relinquishing me of all their deeds
A fragile snow globe holding my 2 enemies captive
42 years child support, current and retroactive
When I close my eyes on Christmas Eve
The French Antilles-a winter’s reprieve?
Rotund, blossoms like chestnut halves
Burst forth from her khaki short-shorts, even the squirrels
Would be alarmed, and at her age?
Tight buns peek like perfectly browned morning muffins awaiting butter….
True they are worthy of attention-agreed.
But let us not steal the light of the newborn, the first meeting of Jesus,
As he filters moral goodness
Down upon the mid morning darkness of the church.
Light filters through the chapel as tenderly as the waters of blessed salvation
sprinkle down upon newborn skin
Like an answer to a lingering question.
Hope and eternal redemption are hand in hand with baptism
Bronzed cheeks are hand in hand with string bikinis on a poolside cabana.
How does one compete with a wordless confession
as blatant as this?
Perhaps she does not know how to pray?
At my age…….
At my age you’re damn straight I wear sexy panties,
We must strut around feeling sexy as we don’t
turn heads on the street anymore.
At my age we hold our heads high with confidence
And feel good in our skin, despite its’ new sags
Head HIGH….. or Beware the double chin
At my age we want that fancy device that makes us feel youthful…..Yeah THAT one….
when we purchase the nose hair trimmer for “grandpa” for Christmas
Why MUST we ask the clerk to free it from under lock and key?
At my age, surely we look to old to steal? We don’t wander Victoria Secret at the mall for Bridle gifts
But instead to fantasize about that black little number and how
Housework in thigh highs would indeed be more fun?
At my age we secretly want hand trucks for Christmas rather than cute leather boots
Because practicality wins and silly plastic clogs are great for gardening?
At my age we’ve been reminded one too many times
That beauty withers unless we carry it in our every action
And yes action at My age IS a flirtatious smile…..before I drift off to a good night’s sleep