Lori At 53
A number’s value is relative to its use,
If you find $10 it would be good,
But, $100 is a golden goose.
As for age, when one’s young,
They wish they were older,
But, when one’s old,
They wish they were younger,
Of this apparent paradoxical enigma,
You need not bother,
Because at age 53,
You will never be older that your mother.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2016
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