Forty-Four and Feeling Ify

Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. Ay,

ay, ay. Another year around the sun, forty-four is knockin'

at my door. Mirror says I'm thirty-three, but my body's keepin' score.

Friends will say I haven't aged, that I've got that youthful glow, but every mornin'

when I rise, my aching bones say, "No". I look like

I'm thirty, feel like I'm fifty. This birthday's got me feelin' kinda

iffy. Young face, old soul, somewhere in between. The oldest young

woman you've ever seen. Forty-four and feelin' this divide, baby face outside,