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I’M JUST OLD -- I AM NOT YET DEAD

I know that I have finally grown old.

I used to be hot now I am cold.

Others complain about warm weather.

Not me -- I always need my sweater.

In my mirror I see someone other,

And realize that I'm seeing my mother.

It seems that I'm no longer unique,

 I am elderly -- possibly antique.

Recently no man has turned to glance,

Lecherously my way -- not even by chance.

Nor in Italy did I need to fear,

That some Italian might pinch my rear.

Men used to say I had brown velvet eyes.

Now they droop down around my thighs.

And a five foot eight beauty I am no more,

A trifling five - five is all I can score.
 

A man for me need not be handsome and tall,

With a short guy I could still a have it all

And since I've started not seeing too well,

It matters not if he doesn’t look swell.

Considering it all – life hasn't been bad

There’s no reason for me be sad.

If I am cold I do own a sweater.

I’m alive who cares about weather?

I can live alone and do as I please.

I no longer need to wash sweaty tees.

And though I have no one in my bed,

I’m just old -- I am not yet dead.