I found this poem in my mother’s file cabinet. Hope you enjoy!
When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less,
I needn’t hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older, I’ve set my body free;
There’s comfort of elastic where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes my feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now; but used to wear a seven.
And how about those pantyhose—they’re sized by weight, you see,
So how come when I put them on, the crotch is at my knees?
I need to wear these glasses as the prints were getting smaller;
And it wasn’t very long ago I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to silver and my skin no longer fits;
On the inside, I’m the same old me, just the outside’s changed a bit.
Nancy Roe
Author
Cute poem….only I think it fits this specific upcoming birthday!!! I look in the mirror and see my mother’s face!!
I just love this poem from your mom 🙂
A charming poem! I see where you get your talent!