EXHAUSTED

My podiatrist would chastise me

If I had one to love my feet.

The chiropractor would scorn my acts

After he adjusted my aching back.

My sweet dermatologist would dismay

at the wrinkles created on my face.

The optrician nodded his head in shame

telling me to pick out my new frames.

My trusted beautician shook her head in disgust

at my roots and my gray that grows out each month.

I cannot even repeat what the gynocologist said

While I lay in his stirrups, his makeshift bed.

So I may need to consult a plastic surgeon soon.

To creat the new me worthy to swoon.

I'm sagging and drooping from north to south

There's cussing and cursing loud from my mouth.

Aging comes graceful...yah graceful my ass

Speaking of which I wince when I look back.

It's not for sissies, this act of ancient.

Indeed my body is very well spent.

-Diva