It's Hard to be Hip Over Thirty

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The honeymoon is overAnd he has left for workWhistling something obvious from La BohemeAnd carrying a brown calfskin attache caseI never dreamed he was capable of owning,Having started the dayWith ten pushups and a cold showerFollowed by a hearty breakfast.(What do we actually have in common?)The honeymoon is overAnd I am dry-mopping the floorIn a green Dacron dry-mopping outfit from Saks,Wondering why I'm not dancing in the dark,Or rejecting princes,Or hearing people gasp at my one-man show,My god, so beautiful and so gifted!(The trouble is I never knew a prince.)