My younger Days
When I was in my younger days, I weighed a few pounds less,
I needn’t hold my tummy in to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older, I’ve set my body free:
There’s the comfort of elastic where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes my feet have not forgiven:
I have to wear a nine now, but used to wear a seven.
And how about those pantyhose, They re sized by weight, you see,
so how come when I put them on the cro tch is at my knee?
I need to wear these glasses as the print’s been getting smaller:
And it wasn’t very long ago I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to gray And my skin no longer fits;
On the inside, I’m the same old me, It’s the outside’s changed a bit.

(repost, not my original)