Hot flashes, anxiety racing pulse
The sweating that comes in the night
It's been so long, I can't remember when
I've been able to sleep till the dawn of morning light
Men are immune
Only females blessed with this curse
Mood swings, irritability, gaining weight
Sagging skin, hard to tell which symptom is worse
The lack of controlling these issues,
The irregularity of not knowing when
They strike at their own choosing
You think it's over and it begins again
No more monthly periods
To this some shout hurray
Others miss their menstrual cycle
At least that is what they say
No more reproduction
Tampons, cramps and pads
Many women are ecstatic
But others truly are sad
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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