Old Looks Poem by Phil Soar

When I take my clothes off, and look in the mirror
The wrinkles and dry skin make me feel inferior
No matter the fact that I'm an oap
Doesn't feel like it should matter to me
To reach such a milestone, maybe I should grin
Not think about looks or the mess I am in
The waistline's not taut, the bottom not tight
My face looks like it has just been in a fight
Tomorrow I'll wake up, the mirror won't lie
I will still look like I've eaten too many pies
But needless to say, I will keep my chin up
That's If I can lift it from my coffee cup