I am an old lady but in a disguise,
no one can see me with their own eyes.
My hair is not blonde but really quite gray,
I touch it up monthly to keep it that way.
My body is stiff, my fingers don’t close,
my heating pad helps that so nobody knows.
Cataract surgery has helped with my sight,
I still need my glasses to see things just right.
I miss what is said if it’s spoken too low,
but pretend that I heard it so you’ll never know.
Growing old isn’t easy, it’s certainly not fun,
but who are we fooling when all’s said and done.
It just might be better to drop all the ruse,
and let people help us without an excuse!
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