Will I have to be sexy at sixty?

Will I have to keep trying so hard?

Well I'm just going to slump,

With my dowager's hump

And watch myself turn into lard.

I'm not going to keep exercising,

I'm not going to take HRT,

If a toy boy enquires I'll say,

"Hah! Hard luck squire! Where were you in '73...?"

I'm not going to shave my moustaches,

I'm just going to let them all sprout,

My chins'll be double All covered in stubble,

I'm going to become an Old Trout!

My beauty all gone and forgotten,

Vanished with never a quibble,

I'll sit here and just

Kind of gnaw at a crust

And squint at the telly, and dribble.

As my marbles get steadily fewer,

Must I battle to keep my allure?

Have I still got to pout

Now my teeth have come out

And my husband has found pastures newer?

Farewell to the fad and the fashion,

Farewell to the young and the free!

My passion's expired,

At bedtime... I'm TIRED!

Sexy and sixty? Not me!

Pam Ayres