She’s living her mid-life crisis
Age is calling her name
Nothing is like it used to be
Gravity is all to blame
She thinks she is an enigma
Lying about her age
But she’s already lived that chapter
She just can’t turn the page
Dressing like her daughters
She wants to look nineteen
An advanced victim of fashion
People sneer, has-been
Drink makes men ask questions
Her answer, is stay for awhile
Sobering is the cold light of day
He’s quick to run a mile
Little more than a hanger
She lacks substance and style
She is living in never-never land
Living in denial
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I would like to translate this poem
Nik, clever rhyming pattern...good to read.10/10 Regards, Dilwyn