Saggy Hag Poem by Ruth Rutledge

The time has flown, oh where did it go,
when no gray hair, or wrinkles did show?

Just smooth firm skin, so soft to the touch.
I just never dreamed I would change so much.

My arms seem to jiggle, and my belly does too.
When I look in the mirror it makes me so blue.

My eyelids are hanging down over my eyes.
Sometimes I just want to sit down and cry.

Gravity is sure working; things are starting to sag.
Before too long I'm gonna look just like a hag.

Sometimes I don't know, how with this, I can live.
But I guess this is better than the ALTERNA-TIVE.