Living My Age
my nails look bad
all crumpled and broken
but my sticking out everywhere hair is a joy
I am a wild child of Borneo
my teeth are jagged and yellow
proof I have earned my age
there is cauliflower in one eye
moving toward the center
tell me again of the joy of old age
I will be grateful when I trade this body in for a new one
resolving to take better care of the next one
my extra pounds jiggle and laugh
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