Lines Written After My 69th Birthday

I don’t get the feminine luxury of being 
twenty-five  again every birthday past fifty.
For a year I must live with the snide joke  that 
my actual age is a congress of crows position 
illustrated in the karma sutra  (page 69).
Biologically I feel ten years older.  
Facially I look fifteen years younger.  
Every year there will be a different  joke 
for the new number and another birthday.
But they say age is just a number .
You just  live with  the joke until 
that final one comes up.