Rage Against Limits of Age, (c) 2019 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Lines at my eyes don’t bother me,
‘cuz I already fell from the tree.
I’ll raise a glass and tell you my age,
Since that makes lying men run away.
Some say to wear more makeup,
Some say you should wear less.
Which will make me look younger?
I supposed it’s anyone’s guess.
When out, I’ll wear hoop earrings and my Blondie tee
With those special fit jeans that cost a pretty penny.
I’m ‘wowing’ the town in my not-cougar ensemble,
But I’ve gotta wear Nikes, so I don’t take a tumble.
Though I no longer do Ben-Gay-Zumba these days,
I still do the plank pose, modifed, okay?
And some may think I count for less,
Rage against the whimps who can’t handle this mess
Who raise a brow at what I wear,
question the true color of my hair
Rage against high-priced age creams
Products promising to fulfill our dreams….
Rage against those who try to limit me with age
I decide how much to do before turning the page.
Do not sit quietly and age.
Do all you still can, and hysterically. Girl, rage!