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 © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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