Facing Fifty Poem by Ima Ryma

At age 50 I had the face
I deserved, so George Orwell said.
He really could not prove his case.
At 50, George was 4 years dead.
Turning age 50 was for me
Mixed emotions, some good, some bad.
I looked in the mirror and did see
The 50 year old face I had.
A lot of sags and wrinkles showed,
Whether I deserved them or not.
A double chin had been bestowed.
Deserving better, help I sought.

So unlike George, I was not stiffed
At 50 and got a facelift.