The Aging Process

Last week, one evening, Tuesday I think After a lovely hot shower I dried. As the steam cleared I was forced to blink, I just dropped the blue towel and cried And I then wiped the mirror and sighed. When did it happen? Why was I not told? I had to re-wipe the mirror to see. All of a sudden I had grown old And an old man was squinting at me Caricature of who I used to be. Every battle and pain was etched on my face Like a relief map of old Kathmandu. My hair had all gone, my teeth had a space And I looked a lot like old Mad Carew. I just said, What the Hell happened to you? With a tear and a sniff, composure restored I lamented that life had not been kind. I turned to get dressed, dejection ignored And to get everything straight in my mind Then I caught sight of my saggy behind!