O Me Miserum, a trail of sweat runs down my bum
My face is red, my pores all leak, a nice dry body is what I seek
Hot flushes plague me every day, this menopause has come to stay
I've lost my mind, my brain is weak, I forget my words when I try to speak
My hair is damp, my back is wet, how much worse can this thing get
My sex appeal has come and gone, my darling's face is quite forlorn
My sleep's disturbed, I'm up and down, hubby and me both wear a frown
It seems like I'm awake all night, it's just not fair, it's just not right
Arms and legs stretched out to air, I wait to dry and try to bear
This wretched life that now is mine, I miss those days of feeling fine
I've tried so many remedies to try to make the sweating cease
I've spent an awful lot of dosh on Isovon and Black Cohosh
Evening Primrose and Starflower too, just to see if they would do
Red Clover pills and Menopace worked for a while but I must face
The fact that nothing's adequate, I must endure this dreadful fate
In years to come I hope to see, a brighter, happier, normal me
For now, I must just soldier on, where did I put that Isovon?
Hope you like my poem - just a little taste of how I and probably most of you feel these days!
