It's All In the Swing

Who says I’m getting old?
My hairs are not gray
Its beautiful sterling silver
The finest silver around
Who says I’m getting old?
My face isn’t bright red
I’m not having hot flashes
I just have constant sunburn
I love the outdoor
Who say’s I’m getting old?
Not me I’m as young as I feel
Tennis anyone?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Crane Avatar
May 2, 2009 at 7:26 AM
This amuses me, greatly. Nice write!
Stacey Avatar
May 1, 2009 at 5:06 AM
this made me laugh, thanks for cheering me up
Austin Avatar
April 30, 2009 at 8:00 AM
Obviously, with your sense of humor and youthful imagination you are still a wonderful child. Love, daver
Strand Avatar
April 30, 2009 at 7:58 AM
Like the kyrielle flavour Laura.Happily we do not age inside.Rgds Brian
Reynolds Avatar
April 30, 2009 at 2:36 AM
It really is all about how you feel. I feel like i'm still 18, and just today someone thought I was. lol funny, but true. I'm never getting old! well said, L, and thanks for your votes, hun! Love, Kristin
Ginn Avatar
April 29, 2009 at 7:26 PM
OMGosh I love this and Im sure you've guess why. It ain't the age it's the attitude and baby you gots tude! 'Sterling Silver' dang that's rich. Going in my favs.
Devonshire Avatar
April 29, 2009 at 3:04 PM
I'm "swinging" right there with you, Laura! The "hot flashes" and "sunburn" made me laugh. This is a graceful perspective on aging. I agree with Carrie -- You Go Girl!
Richards Avatar
April 29, 2009 at 12:55 PM
Go girl !!! I'm with you on this one, Laura!! :)
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