At Michelin place she did feast
On sumptuous foods, unpoliced,
With elders to share
This day of despair
Who understood ageing, at least.
But surprise of surprise, when Day came
It wasn’t as bad as its fame.
Her wrinkles, she checked,
Weren’t much worse to inspect
Than the previous time she’d been game.
She prayed that the eyesight of HE
Who she lived with, would also not see
The lines and the flaws
That the year’s might have caused
And would love just her inner real ME!