I wrote the this poem when I turned 50, thinking that was terribly old. I changed the title when I turned 60 and thought, "now I am ancient." Presently, at over 70 years of age, I sure wish I were 60 again.
i wonder about that myself, and i am only 44. i think how can i be nearly middle aged when i don't even look my age or act it? (FEELING my age is another story; at times, i feel 84, thanks to uncle arthur; wish i could evict him, but he won't leave my body alone! stupid achy joints! LOL) cute write! (((HUGS))) and love, your texas friend, karen lynn. :D
Kimberly has gone from a well-paid female executive one minute to a desperate woman the next. Thinking her day can't possibly get any worse, she finds out how wrong she is when she goes home. The only way to set things straight is to get even.
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absolutely true! :) terrific, heartfelt write that many will identify with
be grateful...every morning that you wake up, breathing and above ground, is a good day :)
happy birthday!
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
i'm 44...but feel 88 today *boy, do i ever* LOL