I was getting new lenses last week and came up with the part about Crizal. The rest I wrote tonight. Hope you enjoy.
The forties are when you start to fall apart
Things don't work as well, including your heart
Small print is suddenly impossible to read
So you know it's new glasses that you'll need.
Bifocals are what your doctor suggests
You sigh and agree, knowing he knows best.
In the process of making your new lens choices
You can't help but hear one of your inner voices
Saying how can this be? I'm only 43!
Instead of drinking Cristal
and out having fun
I'm getting Crizal for my lenses
and wondering if my party life is done.
The start of arthritis in one of my fingers.
Sometimes the pain just lingers.
Getting older isn't all fun, you see
And you're learning why from me.
You're only as old as you feel, they say
I'd hate to tell you how old I feel today.
The twenties are nothing but a blur
And just as much fun as I said they were.
In the thirties I was a little more laid back
And the forties bring on nap attacks.
I hesitate to ask what the fifties will bring.
So I'm not going to worry about the age thing
I'll have my fun with my dog and such
And try not to worry so much.
It really is in your head, you see?
That's why I'm going to pretend I'm 23.
