I Ain't Much

My hearing ain't what it use to be.
My eyes ain't much - I can still barely see.
I haven't much hair to be a bottled Blondie.
No, my looks ain't much to you or me.
My body ain't much to give yore eyes please.
My skin ain't as soft as a Georgia peach.
It took a lot of years fore me to get to where I be.
So forgive my toothless smiling!
And though you think that you'll always be twenty,
And yore beauty is more than enough of plenty -
Just remember those old and don't be unkindly -
Because tomorrow you'll be soon enough ugly.
So forgive my toothless smiling!

© 1998 Linda G. Macri