'Why Is Everyone Trying? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

Why is everyone trying?
to get back to age twenty two or four?
Some old farts are getting boob and face lifts!
and mine are both hanging on the floor!

Who cares what the heck you look like?
your old, so get use to it!
One look at your hands and feet, my friend
and it will give away, your little surgeons tricks!

Your butt isn't perky!
Cause you've been setting on it way too long!
Your teeth aren't your own or even paid for!
and your breath is like Godzilla, rotting strong!

You run two to seven miles a day!
What the heck are you running too?
Your so sore after it all is over
Ben Gay, is now being shipped in fifty gallon drums to you!

Then you have to go to the tanner!
You look like, a dark wrinkled up prune!
And please don't wear that two piece bathing suit!
my life insurance is only paid up till June!

Your a disgrace to us old folk!
Who have earned everyone, of our grey hairs!
And so what if I use a walker!
I work it for the friendly poor, old fella stares!

So go on looking for your fountain of youth!
you'll never find it before you croak!
And all this plastic surgery stuff
is really just an old timers, A.A.R. P. hoax!