The topics of conversationat at our ladies' lunch today,
covered symptoms, signs and pills, plus woes of yesterday.
We talked of operations, and which doctor we should see,
For throats, or eyes, or age spots or gastroentology.
One had feet still aching, or was it a back or a head?
Who cares? Substitute your own complaint right here instead.
My joints are sore, my feet are cold, but I am not getting old.
My mind is clear, I feel so young; my mem-ries are full of fun.
Meeting challenges of life with Botox and surgery,
Can make me look more glam-rous, but do I want to be?
No regrets are in my way, I earned my wrinkles and locks of gray,
I'll wear them as a badge of pride, 'til I make it to the other side!
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