Growing Old Disgracefully

All my life I worried 'bout, What others thought of me. I always tried to watch myself, And act as I should be. Mind my manners, stand up straight, And try to be a lady, But we all knew that in my heart, I was a little shady. There was a wild thing lurking there, Just below the surface, Aching just to be set free, And have myself a circus. Now I'm old and just don't care. You get just what you see. I'll dress the way I want to dress, Be what I want to be. I'll ride my horse, run with my dogs, Climb hills and even trees. If folks don't like the way I look, Too bad, 'cause this is me. ("To thine own self be true.") ;) (Your friends don't need any explanations and your enemies won't believe you anyhow.)