Menopause
My brain is fried like eggs hot flashes
Equally I get cold not so passive
Nothing really I can’t handle nope
Onyx ceiling fan always blows so
Pushing my buttons not as hard
Ambition to play piano discard
Unanimously I feel more free
Simply because I no longer bleed
Everyday I choose to be happy
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2025
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