Big, Bad, Birthday Blues

By Julie Doherty

Now that I have turned fifty I can’t help but feel old

I’m often pretty tired and really mind the cold

My makeup takes forever to put upon my face

I use all kinds of special creams for wrinkle and line erase

The pounds are packing on me I won’t be thin again

But when I met my husband I only weighed one-ten

I can hardly paint my toenails it’s really hard to do

By the time I get one foot done my face is turning blue.

But I have one consolation Regarding the above

My hubby always tells me that there’s more of me to love.