It Sucks

IT SUCKS! I wake up, the sliding wardrobe door is open And I see a pair of four inch, pink, stiletto shoes; I cant throw them away, They remind of the day, When dressed up with mates, We went on our dates, Feeling and looking, like young Lady Muck's Now, we are all old, arthiritic ducks And you know what? It sucks! I look in the mirror and brush my hair Blonde now to hide the white egg-smashed looking roots; And taking a chance, I hazard a long glance, I recognise the other, I've turned into my Mother! Seems like these years of flux, turned us all from swans to ducks, And you know what? It sucks!