To a Woman Approaching Her First Spring as a Fifty-Year-Old
So you just turnedfifty,
the big five-0!
Say it softly.
You don’t want your nosy neighbors
to know.
So you just turnedfifty,
the big five-0!
Say it softly.
You don’t want your nosy neighbors
to know.
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.