by FRANCES C RODRIGUEZ
Friday, March 28, 2003
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sometimes I look at my self in the mirror,
I see the wrinkles around my eyes,
the gray in my hair,
and I wonder how much I have age,
I look at the old people walking with canes,
some need help and some fight as much as they can,
some are treated with love and tender care
some are treated
with abuse with no one to care,
but I hope and I pray that my family and friends
may understand that every one in life
will soon age,
and that no matter who we are,
and what life we may have had,
we all need love and tender care,
for getting old is not a crime
but a new life we all soon must share.
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|Reviewed by Madame X
|Lovely write...I have always said..one is not born a woman, but becomes one. It is during our age process that we stand the proudest as women with wisdom and full hearts.|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Nicely done. Youth is wasted on the young.
[I say that a lot these days]
|Reviewed by Allen Filius (Reader)
|Wonderful and heartfelt write!
|Reviewed by Tony Nerone
|Dear Frances, You are still young enough to write lovely poetry. I am probably older than you. My thinking is no matter what age you are, when your time comes to go, you will to a better place. Thank You for your sensitive piece.
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|True, touching write...
(getting there myself)