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.
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