Time has not been kind.

"Yes, star crossed in pleasure the stream flows on by
Yes, as we're sated in leisure, we watch it fly
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
And time waits for no one, and it won't wait for me
Time can tear down a building or destroy a woman's face
Hours are like diamonds, don't let them waste
Time waits for no one, no favours has he
Time waits for no one, and he won't wait for me..."

Hey, not too bad.
Depends on how old you is.

Yeah, they're not 23 anymore, but ya know what...they look pretty good.

A slight bitter-sweet vibe; not sad, perhaps melancholy is the word. I'm 67 and I think they look pretty good. They are within my range and they keep themselves well. It is worth the time to go to the web site and click through the rest of 'em.

I'd be curious to know what is behind the faces though. Just like all of us, they have stories, they have a life. They are not "containers".

Don't look bad to me either. they're at least 10 years older than "the most beautiful woman in the world(the first wookie)" and their buts don't require their own zip codes

MILFS all. On second thought . . . .

Yo, Jersey: you mean GILFs don'tcha? grandmas.
As a ring of gold in a swine's snout, so is a beautiful woman who lacks discretion. — Proverbs 11:22

Number 9 in the line up is Gloria Steinem at age 80.

Look great to me (b.1949) if not a little hard-used.

Rode hard and put away wet.....

Reading these comments cracks me up. All of us guys (yes me too) we come down on these gals, grade 'em so to speak, judge 'em like "uh, Bob, I'd give her a seven ..." and I can imagine what we look like. I'm sixty-seven and I ain't no hunk anymore. I certainly earned the body I live in and I don't spend too much time in front of a mirror.

One thing good, I still have all my own teeth and half my hair. The chemo treatments take care of the other half, haw haw.

You guys, you're all handsome to be so choosy, uh? Or, like me, find a woman that doesn't see so good and runs slow. That'll do it.

Hey Chas, I wasn't talkin' figuratively. I was talkin' literally. LOL

ake a look at my body
Look at my hands
There's so much here that I don't understand
Your face-saving promises
Whispered like prayers
I don't need them

'Cause I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

Well, contempt loves the silence,
it thrives in the dark
With fine winding tendrils that
strangle the heart
They say that promises sweeten the blow
But I don't need them, no I don't need them

I've been treated so wrong,
I've been treated so long
As if I'm becoming untouchable

I'm a slow-dying flower
In the frost-killing hour
Sweet turning sour and untouchable

Oh, I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness
Oh I need this
I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life
Oh I need this

I'm a slow-dying flower
Frost-killing hour
The sweet turning sour and untouchable

Do you remember the way that you touched me before
All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored
Your face-saving promises
Whispered liked prayers
I don't need them

Oh, I need the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness
Oh, I need this
I need a lullaby,
a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this

Well is it dark enough
Can you see me
Do you want me
Can you reach me
Oh, I'm leaving

Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath
You kiss me now, you catch your death
Oh, I mean this
Oh, I mean this

"My Skin" ~Natalie Merchant

www . youtube . com/watch?v=ADgYKvTWssM

This post would benefit being paired with Youtube clip of Richard Burton's rendering of Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem 'The Leaden Echo & The Golden Echo' linked elsewhere in Gerard's archives. "Give beauty back".

The upper right woman looks angry that she has aged and other younger women have come along.

The upper right woman looks angry that she has aged and other younger women have come along.

Good idea John, Done and done.

Gerard, don't take this as a delving into the personal. But the picture you posted of your mother well into her 90's, the one where she's sitting on a bench in Chico, with legs pulled up, puts any of these to shame. Age isn't a matter of wrinkles, but of mind and a life well lived.