Too Late

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TOO LATE

I thought it would be easy, and I could choose the time.

I thought that being a Mother would be utterly sublime.

I pictured 'them' for years and years; I even gave 'them' names.

Becoming a loving mother was the foremost of my aims.

But first I had to see the world and climb some mountains, too!

Then there was ocean racing; how great to be in the crew!

I wanted to try a few careers; I had so much ambition.

Whenever I was appointed I aimed for a good position.

I had a number of affairs, but no-one was just right;

Either they weren't good-looking or they weren't very bright.

I looked at all my women friends, all tired and domesticated

And, underneath my breath, I said 'Silly girls! You should have waited.'

I knew that each one envied me, though their babies were so cute,

And I would have some of my own, when I found a time to suit.

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The other day I looked at my hands; were those wrinkles? Surely not!

I saw a single grey hair...... oh no! There were a lot!

I suddenly realised my age! I must find myself a man!

After all, little babies of my own were part of my life's plan.

But all the men were married! And I was past my best.

Men would look me over and I knew they weren't impressed.

I'd wanted to have everything, but biology was my fate.

Ironically, all too soon, I found it was too late.

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PARA NORMAL!

(A short short story)

I'm effeminate, it's true!

But see what a parasol can do!

You call me a sissy but I win through

By stabbing my parasol at you!

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