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Old Women Are the Mistress of the Lust That Used To Master Us - That Boy
Old Women Are the Mistress of the Lust That Used To Master Us - That Boy
‘Old women, in the autumn of our lives
may wear the smoke of fires in our hair
be mothers, spinsters, prostitutes or wives
and still have merry ribbons from the fair
sewn on our skirts, and in our corsets laced
and all around our hats, and stockings on
We may be old, and not so sweetly graced
by beauty now our summer days are gone
but autumn still has leaves upon her dress
and berries from her lips to spill, it’s just -
(although we have our secrets to confess)
Old women are the mistress of the lust
That used to master us.’ ‘Oh aye, you try’
That boy - his eyes are bluer than the sky
© Gail Foster 22nd September 2018
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2018
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