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ODE TO OLD OR I SHALL WEAR PURPLE.....





Ode to Old

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

Red balls of rouge-
Riding-
High on my cheeks,

Black lines-
Arching-
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









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  1. UnknownMarch 31, 2017 at 6:39 PM

    great poem......love it !

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  2. The BroadApril 1, 2017 at 8:58 AM

    You've made me smile!

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  3. UnknownApril 1, 2017 at 10:45 AM

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

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  4. Elizabeth VollstadtApril 11, 2017 at 5:11 PM

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

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  5. T. Powell ColtrinApril 23, 2017 at 11:06 PM

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

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  6. MunirGhiasuddinAugust 19, 2017 at 7:10 PM

    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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