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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...

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