Old Gal

A great old gal was she                                                                         dancing all night with such glee                                                           
traveling here and there by land and sea                                                  giving love to all she would see                                                                   she would often say "the golden years aren't so golden" and then flee          
what could she mean-she has everything even boxes of tea                       
taking a closer look you will see                                                                   she had buried two loving husbands and had no kids from thee                    piles of money and things mean little when you get old she would plea        
when you get old you need friends and family she prayed on her knee.              



Date Written:7/7/2021                                                                      Note:True Story
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Andresen Avatar
July 11, 2021 at 1:41 PM
- Yes, we all want it ... but not everyone has family or close friends :) - Hope you had a lovely weekend, Paula :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Goldsmith Avatar
July 12, 2021 at 10:05 AM
Thanks for writing. Glad you enjoyed this "Old Gal" write. So many people do not have family and friends. It is so sad. Not many left here. The weekend was sad. I lost another friend. 2 in the past few weeks. Another one not doing too good. Old is not fun when you are sick. Heaven is getting closer. Glad you are doing better. Have a blessed day/week with hugs.............
Balasubramanian Avatar
July 10, 2021 at 12:13 PM
This is so true, you need family in old age.
Goldsmith Avatar
July 10, 2021 at 12:16 PM
Thanks for writing. Glad you enjoyed this one. Yes, we need family and good friends. Have a blessed day.............
Dietrich Avatar
July 9, 2021 at 3:58 PM
this is so true, Paula. I enjoyed it a lot.
Goldsmith Avatar
July 10, 2021 at 12:14 PM
Thanks for writing. Glad you enjoyed this "Old Gal" write. Yes, so true. Have a blessed day.............
Lawrence Avatar
July 9, 2021 at 10:35 AM
Love this Paula...So very true. Friends and family are cherished. There is no replacement for the beautiful moments of time share between them. Precious gifts and memories as time goes on. All the best, Susan:)
Goldsmith Avatar
July 10, 2021 at 12:13 PM
Thanks for writing. Glad you like this "Old Gal" write. Memories are wonderful. Have a blessed day.............
Ray Choudhury Avatar
July 8, 2021 at 6:36 PM
Very impressive write, Paula - really enjoyed! You didn’t write this for any contest, but this could easily win the top place. You presented profound thoughts in such a charming way! To my faves. Love and hugs ~ Mala
Goldsmith Avatar
July 9, 2021 at 9:54 AM
Thanks for your note, kind words and fav. Glad you enjoyed this fun write about a wonderful friend. Have a blessed day.............
Hankins Avatar
July 7, 2021 at 1:03 PM
This is a charming story, so well-written and so true, Paula. I wish I had met her, for she would have been a terrific traveling companion!
Goldsmith Avatar
July 9, 2021 at 9:52 AM
Thanks for your note. She was an amazing friend and like a second mother to me. I still miss her after all of these years. We had a ton of fun. Have a blessed day.............
Rose  Avatar
July 7, 2021 at 11:36 AM
I totally agree, money does not make you happy when you are lonely and in need of company, well written from the heart dear lady, thank you :)
Goldsmith Avatar
July 9, 2021 at 9:50 AM
Thanks for your note. So true, money does not make people happy. Look how unhappy rich people are. Have a blessed day.............
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