Menopausal Wobble – a poem


Poem by  Lesley- Anne Hornbogen

This menopausal midriff has a life and structure of its own
It wobbles and grows inch by inch indicative of passing years
Gone are the days of cinched in waists, see through crop tops  et al
Suck in as much as I try – It’s not apparently shy!

It protrudes in its own particular way
Infuriatingly bold and wide
There isn’t much this wobble won’t fight
Aerobics, stretches, elastane pants and tights

I could get upset, shout and cry
Plead  with all – it’s just a lie!
Don’t ask me how, when or why
This menopausal wobble came by

At the end of the day I’ve learnt to accept  It’s just another phase
I’ve slowly come to realise I’m growing older, wiser and wider!
No matter how I protest to all, It’s clear we’ll never part
In fact my trusted menopausal wobble
You’ve been with me right from the very start!

I was made redundant just before I turned 50.  Although this was a shock I’ve never looked back.  I knew I didn’t want to have to work for anyone other than myself and so armed with my experience as a PA set up On The Go as a Virtual Assistant in November 2007 providing on-line secretarial and social media services.


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