Aged To Perfection
Now I lay me down to sleep
in the arms of a woman who lets me keep
the legend of me, in my mind.
My old woman is terribly kind.
Now I lay me down to sleep
in the arms of a man who lets me keep
my girlish reflection — his eyes a mirror.
My old man could not be dearer.
Copyright © Lim'Rik Flats | Year Posted 2017
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