I thought this poem by Maya Angelou rather amusing.

When I was in my younger days,

I weighed a few pounds less,

I needn’t hold my tummy in

To wear a belted dress.

 

But now that I am older,

I’ve set my body free;

There’s the comfort of elastic

Where once my waist would be.

 

Inventor of those high-heeled shoes

My feet have not forgiven;

I have to wear a nine now,

But used to wear a seven.

 

And how about those pantyhose –

They’re sized by weight, you see,

So how come when I put them on

The crotch is at my knee?

 

I need to wear these glasses

As the print’s been getting smaller;

And it wasn’t very long ago

I know that I was taller.

 

Though my hair has turned to gray

And my skin no longer fits,

On the inside, I’m the same old me,

It’s the outside’s changed a bit.

I would add that policemen and doctors are impossibly young, little more than school children, bottle tops are screwed on improbably tightly, pounds and kilos weigh twice as much as they used to, and distances have stretched.

Growing older is such fun!