The Truth Poem by fanniesson -

One doesn’t become more beautiful with age.
The wife and I both pushing sixty now,
are sure of this one!

Yeah I know what they say.
“It's the new forty”.
But that's just Madison Avenue feeding us
a line, so we’ll buy their clothes and cars.
Do things we’ll look like jerks doing,
trying to recapture our youth!

No one gets better looking with age.
I wouldn’t look at me, bopping down
the street now the way I did at eighteen.
Wearing a wife beater tee shirt, biceps bulging.

Nor wait for the old lady to pass by.
So I could check out her rear.
Her front telling me now,
everything I need to know.