I am not amused

Where did I get these grandma hands? Yesterday I was sixteen Driving my first car A Ford I bought from Joey K I blew the doors off it My skin is mottled; I look like a distorted giraffe One who is limping a little and needs a walker in the winter When arthritis in his ankles flare up When did my neck get these unsightly rings? Yesterday I was nineteen, a newlywed, A young mother, Yesterday it was 1972 Time is a cruel trickster Age is its sidekick I am not amused