Totally Optional Prompt suggests Humor.
I rarely write humor poetry so this is an older post - and it may be more true than funny! :)
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‘Aging gracefully’
predicts the glossy mag’s theme
and through plastic faces
indulgent seniors beam
and brag of lusty trysts
in distant places.
Keep a smile on your lips,
the beautifuls insist,
and a flirt upon your hips.
When passing mirrors, however,
I give thanks,
for eyesight now gone blurry.
Clad in a tie-dyed floor-length T,
doubling as dress or nightie,
sans sucks, tucks or peels
I wonder who
let the air out of my arms,
brought my thighs to my knees,
and moved my fanny fat to tummy.
An all-day smile is not my way,
sometimes hateful thoughts
spill blithely from my lips.
Aging gracefully?
I’m simply darned grateful
to retain my ancient hips.
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