Growing Old Sucks Poem by Nicola Kelly

Over 15 years ago was when,
Sat in my hairdressers chair,
She did say oh no Nick,
You've got a few grey hair.

She said have you been stressed,
Not recently I replied peeved,
With a snigger at your age,
Finally snip finished so bloody relieved,

Know its only grey hair but,
Its a sign of growing old,
Not to mention extra body hair,
Age is a number I'm told.

Don't get me started on the,
Deidre Barlow wash board wrinkly chest,
Or the 80s bat wing bingo wings,
To dried up hair birds nest.

I know we have to grow old,
And as all our bits head south,
I hear that 40 something is the,
New blah, blah word of mouth.

Well in my mind still really feel,
Young at heart but the exterior,
Needs a serious make over each morn,
To disguise my age each passing year.