In Defense of Fifty
Well, here I am at Birthday’s door--
With happy wishes by the score.
While younger women look and feel
thinner, trimmer, with more zeal.
I’m happy to be where I’m at
with the weight of years under my hat.
No pimpled dates lurk at my door.
No smelly diapers on the floor.
So fifty, for an age is fine;
much better than for IQ or waistline.
Yes, fifty years IS simply great.
But, I of course, am thirty-eight.
Copyright © Annette Gagliardi | Year Posted 2017
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