The blossoms of youth have abandoned ship,
No blush of innocence stains her cheek;
Her false teeth often misplace her lips
And all of her joints now ache and creak.
A cap of grey fuzz replaced her tresses,
Some body parts sag like an apron in front;
The young ones object to how she dresses,
Her verbiage tends to be much more blunt –
But oh! the freedom to do as she wants,
The pressures to wow are fallen away;
A joker’s cap rakishly follows her jaunts –
At last she is she, and this she can play!
This is what is left after the peony’s bloom is finished – and I couldn’t help but notice the jaunty joker’s hat! 🙂