Birthdays come every year,
I try not to shed too many a tear.
Things are getting harder as the years go by,
Even so, I'm still glad to be alive.
Mornings take me forever to get dressed,
Blue or black slacksdeciding makes me stressed.
This blouse fit me two weeks ago,
It was all that birthday cake, don't you know.
Pluck pluck here and pluck pluck there,
I've got so much facial hair.
Have to find the brightest light,
Hard to see the little suckers with my "old lady" sight.
Ready for breakfast, oh so bland,