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!