An Aging Siren’s Lament
I once was alluring, bewitching 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 beguiling 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!
The RDP prompt today is “Alluring.”
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Lordy! I don’t know if I wanna laugh or cry with this one!
Here we are trying to accept with grace but man oh man, it ain’t easy!
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Love this!!
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It’s not just you!
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The allure of youth can dissipate into the memories of age. The new me has still and appeal just in a different shape and in different looks. Perhaps I have traded looks for wisdom which some still find alluring maybe.
Thanks for joining in Judy 😀
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We do. We don’t even know what you look like. We just know what you do.
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I hear you, Judy!
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For some reason WordPress will not let me like your comments!! Whuzzup, WP?
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