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Happy Birthday to Me

This year I’m turning fifty-five

An age I thought I’d hate

There’s hardly time that’s left to thrive

To change now seems too late

Like dyeing hair and pulling skin

Let Spanx cut off my breath

Grieving ‘bout the shape we’re in

(I’d rather hasten death…)

We live in youth-obsessed enclaves

We filter imperfections

Pretending that we’re all so brave

Ignoring aged reflections

But I stand firm to fight the cause

And I will do so loudly

Praise my foibles and my flaws

Like scars I’ve earned quite proudly

I’m barely at the summit now

There’s still much left to climb

To reach the peak, we don’t know how

Who cares! We still have time!

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