The Story of My Life

The Story Of My Life
(Playing ~ "It Was a Very Good Year")

When I was in my younger days,
I weighed a few pounds less.
I needn't hold my tummy in
to wear a belted dress.

But now that I am older,
I've set my body free;
There's comfort of elastic
Where once my waist would be.

Inventor of those high-heeled shoes
My feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now;
But I used to wear a seven.

And how about those pantyhose?
They're sized by weight, you see.
So how come when I put them on,
The crotch is at my knees?

I need to wear these glasses
As the print keeps getting smaller;
And it wasn't very long ago
I know that I was taller.

'Though my hair has turned to silver
And my skin no longer fits;
On the inside, I'm the same old me,
Just the outside's changed a bit.

~author unknown

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