(nor my poetry skills) But hey, it might be fun for someone else to read, so here you are.
I Need A Face Lift, Make That a Body Lift
I was going through pictures todayI saw the me of days gone by
And I wanted to just sit and cry
Who was that girl in those photographs
With those high cheek bones and great big eyes
And a body half its current size?
Oh how things have changed
I think its a dirty trick
For time to pass so quick
I didn't have enough time being young and fit
I turned over one picutre and I was twenty
I turned over another and I had aged plenty
I don't know why skin has to stretch and sag
What happened to my fairly full lips
Now they look like thin putty strips
And my brows
They no longer arch
They look like they're on a down hill march
I had a hard flat tummy once
Now a jelly belly announces my weight
And my seatless butt is as flat as a plate
And what about the upper torso
My bustline is another flop
I have to reel them in to keep them up top
I looked at one old picture and thought, gosh what a bod
Then realized it was me
And wanted to how could it be
Did I appreciate what I had back then
No, I'm sure I did not
There was always something not so hot
I've given up on wanting to be glamor girl
I'd just like to be me once again
the way I was way back then
If I had known that was as good gets
I'd would have had birthday twenty four
Then refused to have any more
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-15 at 04:11
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