The Mirror

IN THE MIRROR Was looking in the mirror to my surprise I saw no longer slim and trim girl the one I knew before. I saw a different lady with black and silver hair a tire 'round her belly much creases here and there. Her boobs no longer erect had both seen better days now hanging on her tummy "Oh my! those can't be Jay's. Now where did that navel go? It's disappeared for sure I know she had a lap once that's also out the door. No twenty-two inch waistline no legs to catch the eyes, But there stands a Great-Grand-ma My Goodness, how time flies. AFTER THE MIRROR I'm wearing my support hose to make my legs look slim my girdle and my corset to tuck my tummy in. I had to hold my breath in so I could get them on and I'd better not exhale or the snaps would be gone. The boobs no longer hung low they're looking up so far Thank God someone invented the under wire bra. My lovely golden brown wig hide my salt and pepper a little bit of make-up makes me feel like a star. No longer old Great-grand-ma I've got a date you see with a young handsome fella who's half the age as me. He thinks he's hit the jackpot he don't know what's beneath he'll have a rude awakening when I take out my teeth.