We are all waiting to hear what you have to say,
About living on our terms, leading life our own way,
But believe us now, dearie, when you get to our age,
You’ve done your protesting, got past the road rage.
A quiet existence of serenity, charm,
Is our raison d’être, our comfort, our balm,
We have fought all our battles, we’re happy to be,
Alive, happy and kicking at 93!
Heavens to Betsy!
20 Tuesday May 2014
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I read this to mum she is 94, she is still battling (with me and life) oh! for serenity!
I hope she enjoyed it Storm!
She did thanks.
Good! Long may she continue to be a force to be reckoned with!