Can't DODGE the DEVIL
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I looked in the mirror, what did I see,
a head of greyish stripped hair looking back at me.

Went to the drugstore and bought coloring - L'Oreal,
soft brownish color like my natural, so no one can tell.

Blended in quite nicely, think it took off a few years,
then why as I look at my reflection do I burst into tears?

Are they tears of surprise at what's in the mirror,
or because my eyes are fading, and I can't see any clearer?

My luxurious hair has thinned and faded, so has the light in my eyes,
I knew I was growing older but this came as quite a surprise.

My chin now has a helper, my lips are no longer puffing,
my titties look like someone has stolen all their stuffing.

My can is' a draggin, my belly ain't flat,
use to have a cute belly button but can't find where it's at.

I do have nice legs if you don't mind thunder thighs,
my grumping can't be heard because of my loud sighs.

Whose the creep that invented the full length mirror,
Bet he did it so we'd see ourself, and why people tend to leer.

Oh hell, why worry about how I age, as long as I do,
any way I look above ground is a blessing so why stew?

I thank the good Lord for all he's given me in my life,
and will take it slow and easy, avoiding unnecessary strife.

So here in Las Vegas where beauty is crucial and sought after,
I sit here watching the young in the pool, and can't help my knowing laughter.
Soon the time will come when it's their youth the devil will be after...