Droopy boob’s and wobbly bits, a legacy of age,
some memories, thought gone for good,
are just kept, on another page,
the kid’s are gone and from now on,
we “can” just do for ourselves,
the mirror shows the grey hairs up,
but what the hell, we wear them well,
with a little help from L’Oréal…
© Carole 2010
To be continued… “I have shopping to do lol”
February 23, 2012 at 2:11 am
Hahah cute poem.