AGING (GRACE)FULLY)

I’m past me sell-by date, I know;

Me steps don’t spring,

and me cheeks don’t glow

and I have noticed every day

me toes are getting farther away

when I try to touch ‘em.

But I can choose the clothes I wear

from market stalls

~ and who would care?

Me navel piercing looks its best

beneath me lovely thermal vest

when chill winds blow.

Me stockings and me lacy garters

no longer grace me lower quarters,

But rest in drawers in bright arrays.

reminders of me past hey-days

as a dolly bird.

Me hot pants and me knee-high boots

peroxide hair with its darker roots,

are now remembered with deep affection

along with me favourite Abba collection

in stereo on 45s.

Still in me heart there burns a fire

of girlish glee and sweet desire’

and love of life at any stage,

increased with every turning page

of me five year diary.