My Young Gift
I met a young lady
And now you will see
Without all her help, “Oh my”
Where would I be?
A smile that welcomes
Such an old soul
When I reach out too
She never says no.
Her name I may tell
But maybe I won’t
I haven’t decided
To do or to don’t.
I could offer a present
But it wouldn’t be fit
I couldn’t match hers
As she is my gift.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
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