The Mirror

I look in the mirror, what do I see
An large, ageing woman that I don’t want to be
I’m kidding myself that the mirror tells lies
But deep down I know I’m really that size

A tummy tuck’s needed, also some lipo
I don’t want to look like a flippin’ big hippo
Could do with an uplift, my boobs went all saggy
What about my skin? that’s gone all baggy!

I’ve noticed some creases under my eyes
I think I could do with a whole new disguise
I liken my faceskin to a Savoy cabbage leaf
All these flaws are causing me grief

The joints all need oiling, you should hear them creak
You can really tell that I’m an ageing antique
But I’ve decided I’m not going to stress
Because guess what? this antique is priceless

© Bev Haigh