Half century or so ago she wanted to be an architect,
I wanted to be President
Bright sun, an invitation to massage, she was a strawberry blond with the clear skin and the private room.
We slept together once but it is well we did not marry
She could not tolerate the snoring of a courtship night
Let alone the presures that would have come from a maverick's life.
She has gone on to greater things than death defying buildings
And just as I have lost my hair I can not help but think
Of the young woman who favored me once
With the beauty of those young breasts now ageing
Who I am protective of to this very line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really, really love this Bill, especially those last two lines. What if indeed. Hugs Anna xxx