My Body. My Back. My Boobs

My Body. My Back. My Boobs

My boobs hang low,

and my back’s a little bent,

but I’m still here,

ain’t that time well-spent?

Gravity’s been busy,

but I’ve been too.

holding it together,

like I always do.

The boobs, they sag,

but hey, they’ve been through a lot,

from nursing and laughing

to that awkward first bra shot.

The back? Oh, it creaks,

but it’s still got some fight,

getting me through the day

and into the night.

I’m not broken,

just a little more lived in,

like a comfy old chair

you’d never trade in.

So yeah, my boobs hang low,

and my back is bent,

but I’m still strutting,

with no regrets.

I’ve got stories to tell,

in every line, every fold,

and I’m still here,

getting better, growing, old.

My boobs hang low,

and my back’s a bit bent,

but I’m still standing,

and that’s time well Spent.