My birthday skin of 80 year old soul
It wrinkles here and there but I’m pretty
Who would’ve thought I used to be a fool
Had chased abstract things, had left me dizzy
My first hubby said I was a witty
But I kept on searching for compliments
Stupidities were wrapped in arguments
For my second, I never loved him sweet
He did do worst things inside our moments
Had enough after, I’ve stood on my feet
A perfect skin for 80 year old me
Did I say I feel pretty? I did, right?
Aged skin, cracked bones, grey hair; a beauty me
Blurry sight never fails my inner light
Of my self, I had put up selfish fight
It did come when I was 60, oh my!
I thought before 70 I would've died
Never thought of this as a bless before
I stopped offer myself to random guy
Respect my weak body for a year more
Sits on 8th Place
for Cyndi Macmillan Contes 'My Birthday Suit'