A Human Animal

Do you think as you age Your face goes through many changes You may get a turkey neck As nature rearranges The features of your face. Your once pretty little nose That was so pert and cute It has taken on a mind of its own And began to shoot All over the place Even your ears seem bigger. Or is it your face That has become so drawn And wrinkled Your features have a race To grow where there is still space Who is this woman? It cannot be me, I was never a Helen of Troy Whose face launched a thousand ships But I did enjoy Swaying, my well-rounded hips. Where are they now I'd like to know I've seen better hips on a cow In a farmer's show. I need to stop thinking of animal farm Each animal I think of sets off an alarm Animal features that I can see In age, they have started to resemble me.