Instead of her youth,
she had tucks in her face
and collagen shots she claimed the years did erase.
Instead of her youth,
she had powders and potions,
She had zillion of creamy, sweet smelling lotion.
Instead of her youth,
she had trainers and coaches and elegant spas,
Swiss doctors flew in for that perfect massage.
Instead of her youth,
sequined gowns filled her closet.
Diamond jewelry bulged out of her safety deposit.
She was fit; she was trim;
her years couldn't be gauged.
She was a woman of means and defiant old age.
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