In response to Bartholomew Barker’s, Living Poetry Monday Poetry Prompt – Silhouette

The woman in that silhouette,
that is certainly, definitely not me.
I can stand straight and tall,
that woman’s stance is stooped and small.

That wooden cane she wields there,
does not belong to me at all.
My daily exercise keeps my curves just fine,
that pudgy shape there, is definitely not mine.

It seems that she is wracked with age,
her gate is slow and filled with pain.
Her hair is short and curled so tight,
my hair is long and shines quite bright.

The shoes on her feet are flat and demure,
on my feet, only cowboy boots will do.
She totters along, her feet a mere scuffle,
I love to dance to old Cupid’s Shuffle.

The woman in that silhouette,
that is certainly, definitely not me.
I look away from the image,
that is lying to me.