WHO, ME AGAIN?

....
The hair I wear
Though somewhat spare
To my delight it’s mine!

And the smooth white glare
That you see right there
As I smile in mirth
Were mine at birth!
…..Or soon thereafter

I must confess
Tho’ reluctantly
The protruding girth
That shakes with mirth
……Is also me!

And the eyes that see –
Laugh at life so gleefully
Need a bit of help;
They perch upon my nose
…….At age of 63

I did not see
The joy of life – of being ME
Yet now I wait in mounting glee
…..The revelations of 83!

From Can Can Days by GeoE
June 2001