Sixty
My heart felt heavy when I saw your picture.
A beautiful pixie even still as we get older.
What should have been and what will never be.
And time to dream about you in eternity.
What is my name, I cannot speak.
Months go past and I feel so weak.
That's how I felt back when I was young,
Unable to make my stand or feel strong.
A beautiful woman turned sixty today.
I wish I was there to give her a hug.
And say to her maybe we might take a walk.
Copyright © Gregg Beaty | Year Posted 2015
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