Forty Body Talk
My skin has a healthy glow.
My eyes are happy and kind.
But my hair has begun to thin,
My front has begun to sag.
My middle has a spare tire, which cries out, LIAR!
The junk in my trunk has sunk.
My back is on the attack.
My hips and knees beg me, PLEASE!
My feet and toes try to take up the slack.
But my life is full of laughter.
My heart is full of love, now and ever after.
My mind does not feel forty!
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If you enjoyed that one I have a few more at http://allpoetry.com/Starshine_on_me
Most of my poems are Acrostics, but I do have a few others like this one too.