Confessions Of A Woman Young At Heart

This was inspired by: Mike Gentile His poem is entitled : Confessions Of A Youngster, At Heart Whoever thought one day I'd let my hair go gray and walk with a sway "They are only laughter lines" I told myself, disregarding a wrinkle in time. I promised to be one of those ladies who would look suave at sixty five, but when you see me walk down the isle, I cannot hide that lombar slide. I will wear dresses of fresh linen with only leather belts that buckle, and when my shaky hands refuse to still, I'll blame it on my knuckles ! When I looked into the mirror then,... all I saw was a pretty girl, but now I see two kindly eyes and a memory impearled ! I rise at 6 and retire at 9, I sleep on my side for the one I adore, lovie says that when I snore, it sounds like a lion's roar ! I am happy with my life, and although I lose my train of thought sometimes, I still wake up every morning feeling grateful, that I am still able to dress, to the nines...