Dirty Old Women V Dirty Old Men Poem by Mary Champion

Yeah, we all keep growing older till we die
And though cuts and tucks and Botox help us lie,
there's no running from the truth that time will tell,
we are rotting from the inside and it's hell.

Men grow fat and old, but still feel free
to ogle pretty women shamelessly.
They flirt with girls, who're less than half their age,
like time had never turned a single page.
But let a menopausal woman dare
to give the eye to some young stud out there,
then all she'll get for challenging the years
is mocking laughter ringing in her ears.

Yeah, we're the baby-boomers and we fought
for equal rights and freedom of a sort,
but there's still a double standard that's applied
as the passing years expand the great divide.
When the bloom of youth has faded from her face,
a woman must relearn to know her place.