Act you age, they say to me
What does that really mean?
Why can’t I get an eyebrow ring?
Who says they’re just for teens?
I like to put the top down
Feel the wind blow thru my hair
In my flashy red convertible
As the people stop and stare.
I wear whatever I want to
Sport’s bras and capris pants
I like to listen to hip hop
Like to sing and like to dance
My boyfriend’s in his sixties
And, I am Eighty-Four
Who says that he’s too young for me?
He’s what I need, and more.
We love fine wine and candlelight
Sitting by the fire
Cuddling and talking
Life’s grand once you retire.
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lovenlosses 
hmm.. nice 🙂
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Sounds great, delightful 🙂
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Hey Patty, that’s a funny poem. Thanks for checking out a recent post. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate it.
Michael.
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Enjoyed this. Light-hearted and fun too.
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I really appreciate your comments. Thanks so much!!!!! 🙂
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Your welcome, indeed.
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Fabulous.
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Hi! Just wanted to let you know that I nominated you for The Mystery Blogger Award. Please see my blog for details.
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Wow! I’m speechless. Thank you Patty. Have a wonderful day. Blessings.
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Age is nothing but a number. Yoko Ono once said, “Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept humans created.” ❤️
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