Over the Hill

It's not bad what we had.
Waiting is a drag.
I'll be a decrepid old hag.
I look ok now,
But I don't want to brag.
Can you see the moon from this room?
Use your brain so I don't have to stress & strain. Just because you gave and gave,
don't make me your life long slave.
Be brave, with your money try to save.
Don't squander & misbehave.
Don't live life in a cave.
Choose a path to pave.
See this is my "good bye" wave.
Who's is this phone number?
It's not mine.........bummer.
They stole my thunder.
Makes me wonder...

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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