Written by: Alicia

On April 27th I turn forty. I had to release my sadness in a poem. Enjoy!

Alicia's View on Turning Forty

My back hurts
My knees crackle
My skin is thinning
My thinking is less radical

I can’t wear contacts
Doctor said my eyes are too dry
Nearly failed a driving test
Because when asked if I need glasses, I lie

My eyes are more droopy
And so are a few other things
They now hang like socks of sand
No more sexy bras, now I shop for slings

My belly isn’t the same either
It used to have sexy ripples
Now I can stretch it one mile
Because when giving birth, I do it in triples

Is that another stink’n vein?
Why is my body so cruel?
I guess it could be worse
At least I don’t drool

I don’t need handicap parking
I don’t wear diapers yet
I don’t need bifocals
And falling is not a threat

I guess I am doing okay because…
I can stretch my back
I can strengthen my knees
I can buy sexy glasses
I can shop for push up bras
I can wear Spanx and
I can tan my skin

Being forty is not so bad
There are a lot of things I can cover- up
Just shoot that camera from above
And never go in for a close-up.