It's actually her autumn
her feelings at the bottom
hair starts greying
then begins falling
Wrinkle appears
youthfulness disappears
piles of fat not hidden
now in places forbidden
Men stopped staring
attention, she's despairing
sometimes a guy'd whistle
but only in comic dismissal
Irritation sets in
menopause's the thing
things don't go as planned
no one seems to understand
Her man is busy
workload makes him dizzy
kids quite grown
always on the phone
Friends just a handful
gossiping an earful
TV gets boring
same Saas Bahu mourning
Kittys fail to impress
only manage to depress
her kids well educated
outings get limited
Zero balance in bank
savings all shrank
her knee creaks
her fear shrieks
The doctor visits
his fees four digits
her pain gets worse
life's now a curse
she realizes the hues
of middle age blues!
