Anna...when I first started reading this I thought...on no Anna's on a downer...thinks she's gonna finally 'fall off her perch' but then I saw that sassy sense of humour you've always had..

Time no longer abundant.
None to waste.
All is fleeting,
escaping faster and faster.
Poochy, paunchy, pasty, pale,
but keen of wit must count for something
I should think.
Polished stone, my foot!
Mature and sophisticated, my ass!
Worldly-wise and charming...
No parts remain to damn

I know everything that you mention in this poem will finally happen to us all but....with this kind of attutude...it's all perfectly acceptable. Did you know 60 is the new 90 now so....you've still got several years left yet so....don't throw your perch away just yet haha!!!

Funny and cute... :D