Getting Dressed
For the young, getting dressed is a breeze.
They don’t mind showing midriff or knees.
Skirts cut up to the thighs
That might lure strangers’ eyes
Are no bother; they wear what they please.
As we age, though, the mirror decrees
That we bow to the image one sees
And at last recognize
That we must compromise
So my short-shorts have morphed to capris!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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