Getting on in years

Men gazed at me when I walked down the street

They'd call my friends to arrange a meet

No worries about being alone without a date

Another guy always stepped up to the plate

Now there are no whistles as I pass
Time rolled on and I'm a different lass

I feel like I have disappeared
I guess I must be getting on in years

Once my hair was soft with sunlit strands

And I was complimented on my lovely hands
Now my hair is streaked with white and grey

And wrinkles give my age away

And there are no whistles as I pass
Time rolled on and I'm a different lass

I feel like I have disappeared
I guess I must be getting on in years

Before, I'd bristle when men cat-called as I passed

Now foolishly, I'm bothered because it didn’t last

I find it disconcerting, I find it somewhat strange
That I'm invisible, because time has wrought its change

Career, marriage, kids; laughter every day

My life has been a win each and every way

When it comes to love, I have missed nothing

So why does this vanishing feel so deeply cutting?

There are no whistles as I pass
Time rolled on and I'm a different lass

I feel like I have disappeared
I guess I must be getting on in years

I feel like I have disappeared
I guess I must be getting on in years