An Aging Siren’s Lament


An Aging Siren’s Lament

I once was bewitching, beguiling and busty,
but now I’m decrepit, doddering and fusty,
making mountains of molehills and blocks out of chips
and adding them onto my thighs, calves and hips.

As I fall apart, I become more voluminous,
my eyes less dewy, my skin much less luminous.
I’m developing poorly, my aging less fine
than mellow old cheeses and whiskies and wine.

As my memory fades and becomes much less credible,
I’m less appealing and for sure less beddable.
I’m held together by trusses and braces,

Spanx and Ace bandages, spandex and laces.

Someone should just shoot me. (Botox, not a gun.)
I’d be more alluring and have much more fun.
But diets are tedious. Shots must be painful.
Of all of these cures, I’m purely disdainful.

I guess I’ll age gracefully, sip from its cup
greedily, admitting I’m giving up.
I’ll simply sit here inert on my fanny
and trade in the title of sexpot for granny!


Prompts today are fusty, bewitching, chip and mountain.

23 thoughts on “An Aging Siren’s Lament

      1. Relax...

        Ah, well, if we don’t laugh, we will surely be tempted to hop aboard that botox/surgery train. I never forget how Mae West looked in her last years… it scared me that anyone would try that hard.

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  1. koolkosherkitchen

    I am not ready to do that, and I don’t think I’ll ever be, my friend. I suspect, neither are you!
    Question: why is the young woman standing in the middle of Shield of David drawn in the sand?


    1. lifelessons Post author

      I don’t know. It was the strangest thing. I took this photo from my porch at the beach. She inscribed the star of David, then stood looking out to sea for a very long time with the older lady standing behind watching. I never did find out what it was about.

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