With memories from the past,
Things we did that seemed out last,
Fun we had seemingly God cast,
Life goes on way too fast…
I have little memory of Woodstock,
I was fifteen still just a virgin,
But there is where I lost my cherry,
Her chastity belt had a broken lock…
Now we are getting older,
Into our golden years we go bolder,
Sickness we suffer & mild, so far, pain,
Towards death we are on an uphill train…
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However lol... that would have been something my father
would have NEVER allowed!
Aye we do suffer the ills that get us every now and then
I am still trying to get better as I type
I have a lot of catch up to do!
In everything
Love and Light
Lily
Love ya!
Jane
You speakith wise words, old fart. Men don't lose their virginity.
Ron
Loved it!
Deborah
budd