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-
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
by: Barbara A. Whittington
great poem......love it !
ReplyDeleteYou've made me smile!
ReplyDeleteParticularly like the last stanza, kind of like a "little ditty".
ReplyDeleteLove it! I'll be there for you, if you'll be there for me.
ReplyDelete(But if we're both in the same boat . . . )
Of course!!! Esp if you're closer.
DeleteLove the last verse, Barbara.
DeleteAww that's really good. Somebody needs to take the mirrors out of my house . Somebody weird looking keeps popping up in them. 😏
ReplyDeleteOh 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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