I know what they say because I’ve heard the buzz.
My profile, alas, is not what it was.
But the fact that some parts of me have required
more helpful support as they have retired
does not negate the simple true fact
that all my former charms are intact.
They shifted location against my behest.
My breasts have moved south, my hips east and west,
and my upper arms have chosen to rest
in regions below where they’ve deemed that it’s best
to hang in their hammocks without so much tension
as when they were forced to remain at attention.
Some women thirst for their trim bods of yore,
but frankly, I find their efforts a bore.
Whether they seek them by suction or scalpel,
by fairy wand, prayer or by decree Papal,
it doesn’t seem worth it for when they get fit,
what are they going to accomplish by it?
For though they are going to look mighty fine,
what lovers are left by the age 89?
Prompt words are tired, wand, thirst, negate and profile.

Fantastic post. Fun rhyming and thoughts.
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Thanks, Marleen.
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But 89 is the new 60.
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Darn. I just can’t keep up with these shifts in paradigms for aging.
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Haha! Age is merciless
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lol! Ageless! 🙂
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And if there were any left, would you really want them? Very funny!
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Oh, Eilene.. Bad girl.
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Haha, this is very funny. Great post, thanks for sharing. Our bodies are a temple, they might get the odd cracks, bit of damp or even a repair here and there but those in the know will still worship them and see how important they are. KL ❤
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Facing ( obviously exaggerated ) reality with a smile
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Excellent! 🤣
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Wonderful muse on ageeing.
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