The silver in my hair
Doesn't mean I don't care.
Rang the bell a few times
Leaving that town just in time.
Seems the ladies like this sort,
Who gives them what they sought.
All my wings have been clipped;
The angel in me long ago tripped.
Yet one day I'll settle down,
In a one horse, one lady town.
It's there I'll plant my seed
In a lady who knows my need.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane