Liposucks Poem by Ted Sheridan

I wonder my beautiful...
You look so forlorn or should I say worn...
Could it be that you don't know how to handle scandal
From the look on your pretty face
I detect an air of confusion
You cry and weep for wasted hours....
To say only.....' I have wrinkles and I look so old'....
Wrinkles at forty...and your world collides....
Just think__
If you can't handle wrinkles at forty
Why then do you want to live forever.....