I Am a Rockin’ Dame

I remember those days in college,
When my biggest concern was class.
I played racquet ball and jogged each day,
I had a rockin’ ass.

Now I awake covered in sweat,
But not for the right reasons.
I pant when I walk too fast,
I’m in the winter of my seasons.

I used to dream of the next page,
Writing my story each day.
Now I try to remember the line
That I was just going to say.

But, determined I will forever fight
To stay relevant and sharp,
Because my next musical option
Could possibly involve a harp.

So now I’m in these fifties
Ready for the game,
My ass might not rock again,
But I’m still a rockin’ Dame.

— Dame Donna