Silver Singles Date
I finally hit 70, a widow.
Dating, maybe I'll get thrown a bone.
I am tired of waiting and being alone.
A little nervous, I couldn't wait.
I primp, as I look in the mirror
Wearing a new dress, hoping it's a success.
I make sure my silver hair is in place
And perfect eyebrows I trace.
I practice a wink, a smile, a wave,
A greeting, as I near the mirror.
I look out the window very impatient.
Finally he drives up and knocks on the door.
I rush, open the door and chuckle.
Wearing highwater dark pants,
Orange, gray and white strip fuzzy socks,
And funny yellow crocs decorated
In Snoopy and Woodstock
And letter charms spelling out
~Take me, I'm yours~
I told him he had the wrong address.
I should have known.
I'm okay on my own.
I like my own company
I can survive without having a man.
6/21/2021
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