If I were a pretty girlA Poem by DaffyIt does not matter at what stage of life we are, or how we look, life still gives its rewards.
If I were a pretty girl,
With sparkling eyes and shining curl, With luscious lash and pouting lips, And shapely bust and curvy hips. I then would feel no better than, I do just now, my face so wan And body thin and ag-ed torn, With pain and bones so weak forlorn. My children born and grown so fair, That follow all my thoughts and care , And grandchild sitting on my knee, Enjoys old grandma's tales with glee. (Those tales that grandma spoke to me, When I myself, sat on her knee). So readers please take thought and heed, The gifts of life we really need The gifts of life we ne'er forget, Or else, all us, will dear regret: It matters not what time of life, Not trouble, stress, nor times of strife, Each, every part of life does give, A gift of joy that all can live! © 2013 DaffyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDaffyNorthamptonshire, United KingdomAboutLove gardening, and gentle music of any kind. more..Writing
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