Aunt Gladys was in Love with her Beauty

I was too young to notice.
I was only ten.
But, when, as an adult I visited,
I was not let in.

Talking on the phone was fine,
but I dare not see her,
lest I witness the crone
she’d become.

When I was young,
my body was all that mattered.
What matters now
is only if, how and when.

Hang on, my body tells me.
Show respect for danger.
Only nails and hair will grow longer.
Hang on. Hang on.