My Intention

                                      Colson

SIMPLY SNICKERS

 
MY INTENTION

Now seems the time to make a mention

Of my once-avowed intention

To be a stately lady in old age!

I thought I'd see, with life enduring,

A very elegant maturing,

A graceful entry into life's late stage!

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I knew I'd get a 'widow's hump'

But I thought I'd be all cuddly-plump,

With rosy cheeks and a twinkle in my eye.

I planned to sit in the ingle-nook

Reading pages from a Dickens book,

Merely watching the rest of life go by.

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Embroidery? Yes, I'd try that,

Sewing some lacy table-mat,

And smiling to myself with modest charm.

My voice would grow all sweet and deep,

And often I would fall asleep

Like an old cushion, soft and warm and calm.

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Needless to say, the times have changed;

My attitude is rearranged;

I'm hardly ever home, if truth were told.

I rush about with old 'girl' friends

In a social whirl that never ends!

So much for growing calm as I grow old!

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A vintage view of old age here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/06/27-very-fine-vintage.html