I turned fifty this past May, but I don’t feel fifty. I feel more like twenty nine.

The menopause seems to be the rage in me at the moment. So i’m full of those hormones kicking left and right. I thought I’d write another poem about the menopause. Sending a message clear and loud out to all you men out there. We women certainly don’t have it easy! So be gentle with us unpredictable females.

Poetry written by one of the menopausally deranged.

What us poor woman go through.

My thoughts about this time in life.

Poem about going through Menopause.

A wordplay/play on men.

Youth fading away.

An essay on middle age; what it’s like to be 47 and happy about it.

It was like her spirit came to comfort us.