Holding
Back
Creeping
Age,
That
Great
Down
Sizer,
With
Lots
Of
Pricey
Moisturizer.
Cunning
Arrangements
Of
My
Hair
Disguise
What
Is
No
Longer
There.
All
That
I’ve
Got
Left
Of
Style
Is
In
My
Lopsided
Smile.
I Can’t
Know
The
Public’s
Reaction,
But
I Take
Satisfaction
That
I Still
Remain
Fairly
Active
In
My
Brain.