She Aged Poem by Phil Soar

Her breasts like spaniels ears
Reducing her to tears
A result of ageing years
And all the other fears

The veins deep in her thighs
The bags under the eyes
All really no surprise
As she starts to realise

The years have made their mark
She now undresses in the dark
To avoid the odd remark
That makes her want to bark

Now her voice has lost its pitch
And she has an old age itch
No-one now calls her 'that bitch'
Her life flew by without a hitch

Now she wakes up every day
Wipes the morning tears away
Nothing useful she can say
She just accepts it, come what may