Odd?

The ring still doesn't fit,
On my little,stunted finger.
Hardly falling into place,
A golden jigsaw puzzle.
The watch doesn't slide,
On my undulating wrist.
It leaves a mark on me,
For my soul to search.
The powder doesn't stay,
To brighten up my face.
It rolls over along the edge,
Only to fall off from the chin.
The tie doesn't take my order,
Swaying smoothly with wind.
Upon a check shirt of delight,
My cover blows in fright.
The oil still doesn't stay,
Upon a lock of hair not turned grey.
As simple as it may sound,
I am square in world so round!