Growing old, yeah
It’s an age denial process
When the body build regresses
Thinning, silv’ry hair marks the mellowing years
So do creaking knees, wobbling gait and stooping shoulders
But not to get aback and fear
Nay, no excuses to offer
Coloring lotion and soothing balm
Conceal the aging, quell the pain and keep you calm
Such things just naturally come
Just shake ’em off—such sneaky troubles
Do the cha-cha to and fro
Or sway your hips in a rhumba duo
Or chant a tune in a rock-beat fashion
Simply sporting a hype with satisfaction
To pedicab drivers and market vendors
You’re Mother Galore with a knowing smile
Ah… Time to shed off weary wrinkles
A lengthy visit to the parlor…
Age denial ends in style.
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