The glances of foxy ladies
my way, once were many
intrigued with me they were
now, now there are not any
for a crop harvested long ago
shall never never more grow
time is now, time is past
time, may this day endure
it wears well on me
with an ambiance
I've grown desirous of
a perfect fitting glove
all that I now seek
has the smell of age
only that which is well worn
fits the frame of me, the mood of me
now, in the time
when foxy ladies
shun the sight of me
I ditto Carole's comment about those foxy ladies. Age is just a number, and I can only count to 29. Heeeheee!!!
Oh, on the more serious side, there are 4 seasons to a life, and each season of our life is being rewarded for what we have worked for and deserved, so don't feel bad about aging. There's always a season for it, but we all feel young at hearts anyway.
Love and Hugs,
Sandie Angel :o)
peace and love dear friend, Carole~
The words in your writings are HOT! Even as we age, the ones whom truly love us only see our beauty...not the grey and wrinkled persons we become! They see our hearts and minds and caring
Be always safe,
Karen
I plan to get a few of those years back when stem cells hit the market.
Ron
Old Cute (not Coot)
Regis
have much to say to the young and to the old. And to the foxy ones.
Write on, Jon. -gene.
Not all shun you: I am mesmerized by the beauty of these words of wisdom. You are beautiful to me. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.