Growing Old Disgracefully
All my life I worried 'bout,
What others thought of me.
I always tried to watch myself,
And act as I should be.
Mind my manners, stand up straight,
And try to be a lady,
But we all knew that in my heart,
I was a little shady.
There was a wild thing lurking there,
Just below the surface,
Aching just to be set free,
And have myself a circus.
Now I'm old and just don't care.
You get just what you see.
I'll dress the way I want to dress,
Be what I want to be.
I'll ride my horse, run with my dogs,
Climb hills and even trees.
If folks don't like the way I look,
Too bad, 'cause this is me.
("To thine own self be true.") ;)
(Your friends don't need any explanations and your enemies won't believe you anyhow.)
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2012
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