Life Isn't About SexA Poem by LSSIt's About Old‘Life
Isn’t About Sex’ (It’s About Old!) Am
I mistaken? Or
did I misquote? Let
me ask you this question. Let
me put it to vote. ‘The
older I get Is
the more that I know.' Or,
‘The Sexier I get Is
the more that I show.’ I
saw an old woman A-walking
the street. She
had no soft bounce To
make her look sweet. She
stumbled and shuffled, As
if in great pain. It
showed me why walking Could
make her insane. Yet
scrape way her wrinkles, Tighten
up her chin, Throw
away her platforms, Lose
fat - Be thin. Dress
her in lip-gloss, Frillies
and froth. Tighten
up her panties, Maybe
add even ‘Goth’. Color
her hair With
a sparkle or two. Then
tell me truly, Is
she Eighty? Twenty-two? Now
lets take that lady Treat
her to tea. Ask
her to tell us What
would it be? Would
she take Age? Wisdom?
and Such? Or
bring back her beauty And
lose her old crutch. I’m
sure for the moment She’d
consider the two. But
without hesitation Those
past years would rue. She’d
forget that the long years Brought
hardship and pain. That
in eighty more years There’d
be nothing to gain. She’d
still be that woman A-walking
the street, Still
dowdy and worn out On
broken old feet. © 2017 LSSAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on January 20, 2010 Last Updated on March 28, 2017 AuthorLSSSyracuse, NYAboutSome time ago, I decided to write a humorous short story to give my wife on our 25th anniversary. The words and illustrations seemed to flow from my memory and imagination, about those early days w.. more..Writing
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