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Confessions Of A Woman Young At Heart
This was inspired by: Mike Gentile
His poem is entitled : Confessions Of A Youngster, At Heart
Whoever thought one day I'd let my hair go gray and walk with a sway
"They are only laughter lines" I told myself, disregarding a wrinkle in time.
I promised to be one of those ladies who would look suave at sixty five,
but when you see me walk down the isle, I cannot hide that lombar slide.
I will wear dresses of fresh linen with only leather belts that buckle,
and when my shaky hands refuse to still, I'll blame it on my knuckles !
When I looked into the mirror then,... all I saw was a pretty girl,
but now I see two kindly eyes and a memory impearled !
I rise at 6 and retire at 9, I sleep on my side for the one I adore,
lovie says that when I snore, it sounds like a lion's roar !
I am happy with my life,
and although I lose my train of thought sometimes,
I still wake up every morning feeling grateful,
that I am still able to dress, to the nines...
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Mystic Rose Rose
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