Mary primped herself in public
At a lovely age eighteen
And all the guys drooled
And wanted to be with her
Now Mary primps herself in public
At a vintaged age seventy
And even old guys who drool
All over themselves don’t
Want to be with her
Maybe Mary primping herself
Was a bit much
But I wish she could have
Stayed young and beautiful
And still looked great when
She groomed herself in public
And had such a fresh and
Springtime beautiful face
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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