An Ode to Perimenopause

I've been researching what happens
To we women in this stage, it seems all we have built until now
Has become trying, unnerving and sometimes enraged
For no reason, no what, why or how.

Some days we can't get out of bed or in doing so we ask "does it matter"?
We eat carrots and salad and a few cookies, just a few
And yet still, we just keep getting fatter.

We go to yoga, and spinning and swimming with friends
we commit to go taking a walk
Yet the most we can do on the days we are blue
Is to pick up the telephone and talk.

There are days we don't feel it, and days that we do
And we never know which will arrive
What I wish for my friends and the women I love
Is that the men in our lives can survive

All the bitching and yelling and sulking and need
To express how we feel and not shock
The women we're becoming when we pass through this phase
Very soon my dear friends... we will ROCK!