I remember the days when my house was so full of fun.  People coming and going, now those days are over and done.  Now these days I serve meals only for a few, my constant guests are Father Time with Mother Nature too.  I hide all the mirrors because I don’t really want to see, that I’m not as pretty as I once used to be.  I’ve put on some extra weight, and I have some chubby weak knees, things have gotten so bad for me that now I start to wheeze. The lines of maturity they show all over my face, multiple love handles are now piled around my waist.  My hair has thinned out, and sometimes I even wear a wig, I need to have some way to hide and cover up my head.  Pill bottles have accumulated from two now to eight. So many pills I unfortunately regularly have to take.  Reading glasses they are a must and my attention span is short. I start so many projects that often I have to abort.  But now I’m getting older and really don’t care so much. Sometimes I’ll be fussing, and cussing and don’t know why I acted out as such. My mouth seems to be getting raggedy, my teeth they are falling out of my face, way in the back of my mouth you will find there is a lot of space.  My breasts have gotten heavy, and no longer will they stand, having perky titties will have to be brought on my new insurance plan.  My insurance coverage is paid up, and I’m still waiting here to die.  I hope one day that I am missed, and make somebody cry.  Let me leave a good memory, and I hope you know it’s true.  I lived my life fully and I always loved you too.  So when you think of me, and people begin to talk, just remember and know this fact inside that “my bite wasn’t as bad as my bark.”