A poem for the Bremer forum

My bones are weary, my skin is old,

This is not what I expected although I was told,

Age spots and wrinkles, fingers looking curled,

My long flowing locks disappeared to the another world

Other bits sag, they creak and they groan,

But don’t worry; it doesn’t matter if you moan,

“Cause nobody will listen to you anyway, ‘because they’re as deaf as a post,

You can’t see them no more ‘because your bifocals are lost,

The morphing of the body, sometimes it’s a success,

But that cosmetic surgery can turn into a mess,

With our pursuit of perfection, to maintain that Dorian reflection,

It costs thousands and thousands to become so superficial,

And become tabloid fodder and to look artificial,

Instead I say “go gracefully and accept Mother Nature”,

Accept yourself, look at your image and love what you see,

And if the others don’t like it I’m sure you agree,

You can say, fuck off……………..