on aging

Bifocal glasses- on once sparkling eyes
My past the point waist
Requires a large size
Aging triceps flap in the wind
I am reminded of this when I wave at a friend
Ponderous breasts - men see as a tease
No longer do they defy gravity
Rogue hairs grow randomly
on my chin like weeds
And sweat on my forehead erupts in beads
I am a scarred warrior of 'what has been'
My arsenal- spray tan and anti-aging cream
Relief! Reprieve from battle - at the end of my day
in dreams, my brain will have its way
And give me furlough in the night
A little encouragement for the fight
free to dream .....
And fantasize ....
that I am beautiful
and young again.