My hair has turned a silver grey,
My skin looks like a cloudy sky.
My blue eyes can see my double chin,
My long nose is always sticking in.
My stomach forgotten how to be thin.
My heart itself has almost given in,
My brain itself is losing from within.
My mind has given up giving in,
MY self esteem is growing thin.
My rhymes don't know how to begin,
My wrinkled skin needs ironing:
My my, Self-deprecation with a smile.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-02-26 at 00:02

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Guess I'm following close behind you, Alan. Don't it cry you
tears. Cute read. Keep the pen busy.