Middle Aged

I’m not going easy I withhold my compliance Kick and scream in vanity Going down in my finest I simply won’t accept Mother nature’s advances My youth will be kept I’m taking my chances I watch the others obey The inevitable gravitation They seem to be okay To give up and give in But not me, not this time I rebuke the very process Though others transition fine I’m fighting back, in protest Makeup can conceal These lines across my face Or perhaps they’ll self heal I will not be middle aged