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Ode to Old

When I am old-
Really really old-
And cannot see -

Red balls of rouge-
High on my cheeks,

Black lines-
Over my eyes, 
Gravy stains covering-
Yellow flowers-
On my good blue dress.

When I am old-
And cannot see -
Will you please do- 
My grooming for me?

by: Barbara A. Whittington


  1. Particularly like the last stanza, kind of like a "little ditty".

  2. Love it! I'll be there for you, if you'll be there for me.
    (But if we're both in the same boat . . . )

    1. Of course!!! Esp if you're closer.

    2. Love the last verse, Barbara.

  3. Aww that's really good. Somebody needs to take the mirrors out of my house . Somebody weird looking keeps popping up in them. 😏

  4. Oh wow , I did not realize that you are such a good poet as well. I also felt that I am not the only one who needs help with my make up.


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