Washed and Sobbed

When you get to that certain age
you got every reason to sob
while under the water from a shower head,
because no body deserves that drooping curse
what we get from gravity.

All those sagging spots
no amount of soap can make new,
even exercise don’t sweat away the wrinkles.

Course it don’t matter when you’re twenty one
you’re too busy just out having fun,
but after fifty there are times
that the morning really reminds
the Lord must have fingered
are skin looked better at an older age
resembling some well used bed sheets.

Problem is our brain doesn’t want
to stop thinking we can look good,
holding onto that hope
they’ll find a magic shrink wand
for what has happened to our bodies.

Which is why we cry under that shower stream,
especially after having seeing some young tight bod
still strutting around
and somehow feeling it is all unfair,
then telling the ones who saw our tears
how we got shampoo in our eyes,
forcing a smile
as we put on underwear of a bigger size.