I wish.


Sweet Old Lady

I was a horrid,
Little imp,
Hitting puberty,
Like a car
Smashing into a wall,
Again and again,
Till there was only,
Blood.

But now,
I mean to be,
A lovely sweet,
Old lady.

No more tongue lashings,
No scathing sarcasm.
No more hystrionics,

Just,
Calm understanding,
Deep breathing patience.
And peaceful forgiveness,
Welcoming all,
Seeing the soul
In every face,
In each,
Their special gift.
As I eke out
My elegant existence,
Blue rinsed
To my roots.







Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 23:09

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
"But now,
I mean to be,
A lovely sweet,
Old lady. "

At 54, it seems to me you are a sweet young lady....

love your writings...xxxx Stan
2007-11-07


betsy Firefly
We all wish for this as we grow older!
2007-01-20