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As I pluck the stray hairs from my face
I try to ponder with some grace
This crazy thing called Aging

As I take my locks from gold to dark
With silver strands just for the lark
I smile for I have Lived

As I view the lines on this visage
Every day is vernissage
And mostly I care Not

As I judge this culture youth obsessed
No more cooth do I possess
Than (T)rump-a-dump himself

In this world where absurd is King
I wag and wonder at this thing
The phenomena of Stupid

We teach children to regurgitate
Are raising mindless reprobates
In bubble-wrapped Entitlement

I yell at them to read a book
Get your brain back off that fuckin hook
You call a life on-line

And as I sit with 56.5
I rejoice the years I am alive
Live(d) and Love(d) with frenzied fire’n Passion

A youthful spirit in its tweens
The wise chick in me hears’n gleans
That this body doth Protest

In recent words to my well-(b)read child
I spoke of this my big wild ride
And uttered this fair Warning:

If tomorrow I should die
Know that my life was not all pie,
But holy fuck me what a Ride!

Lose no tear for my time lost here
I sped through akin to Buzz Lightyear
Had no time to sweat the small Stuff

No such burden as regret
For NO dull moment did beget
A single breath I Took

And so I enter this next phase
In a blur of crazy-dayz
And electrifying Verve

I ought to warn you faint-of-hearts
My new grand plan will have no chart
To map out how this goes

So if you love me in all my glory
You will know that this next folly
Will be of proportions Epic!


like the Queen I am.

Quack-a-fucking-doodle-dizzy and with a brand new energy, 
for an old(er) chick! 
October 21, 2017

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