How Old Are YOU?
I've paced the floor on many nights,
and cradled children, one, two, three,
and walked beside my true love's side,
for decades, counting joys to see;
And sorrows too - as life will throw,
but all in wondered thanks of grace;
With child-like hope, and woman's glow-
I've just begun to age in face - but NOT (again with grateful thanks)
in mind or heart - though days will come -
I'm old as hills and young as pranks
played out in rhyme - compassion's mistress plied and plumb.
Where numbers limit, rhyme sets free
to dream,
to hope,
become....
or be. :)
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