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Click hereMost women want what they can't fix,
And I for one have tried all tricks.
Our lovers say we look just fine;
I swear they always have a line.
We always ask about our weight,
And know this makes them so irate.
They say, "You ask this every day
And hell, I don't win anyway!"
We're getting old and know the truth.
Our hair is gray; forget our youth.
We stare at women the same age,
Their hair is natural, oh such rage!
To buy brassieres are not the same.
We try them on and tuck in shame.
What happened to our perky breasts
That now look like fried eggs at rest?
We envy all those lucky ones;
They've given birth and kept tight buns.
How is this fair for all the rest?
Now this is something I detest!
I loved this one too.. You have not written not one, not one I say that I havent liked,lol.. Yes I completly understand the thoughts err behind this one.. Great read, and wonderful description of err well life. Keep those words aflowin~
I cannot believe that you are the age you are trying to make out in this poem! It does some up feelings which older women do seem to get, but I would put you much younger than you are suggesting!