While Its Yours

Is it fair that youth is beauty That the best we can ever be Is before we are twenty three Why can't a wrinkle be sexy Who says grey hairs are icky Contact lenses are too tricky Comfort and ease of eyeglasses Tri focal eyeglasses But why, but how, when Did youth escape and old fogey begin The burden of life's responsibilities The worry of offspring indeed The need for success The desire to impress That weather our smooth silky skin Into worn leather feel rough and thin Tooth loss and baldness Nose hairs and body aches Disease and numbness Hot flashes and body shakes Dimming of senses Enlargement of ears Shrinking by inches New things are fears Tired blood and blue veins Forgetting whats her name Corns and bunions Yelling at them youngins Jello instead of steak Maalox replaces milkshakes Eat dinner at four asleep by nine Can't believe the speed of time Is it fair that youth is beauty Why can't being old be better Then aches from change of weather To using a cain instead of raising it Gumming a steak until you can't spit Just think how sexy you will be If you finally reach forty three Lets change our perspective Not be so narrowly selective Enough of the smooth shapely firm Cute bouncing buns we had and yearn Let's hear it for the pale faded Wrinkled saggy way nature made it Posteriors of the more mature crowd On second thought without my glasses Youth is beauty Enjoy while its yours