She was not as beautiful in her life's prime
The woman who grows prettier with the passing of time
Some women mature like good wine i suppose
In her early forties she blooms like a rose
She has not met her soul-mate and to any man was never a wife
And she is without children in her mid life
She does seem to grow prettier by the day
She is a late bloomer of her one might say
A secretary for a company of lawyers her workplace from home a five minute drive
She is forty three but she looks twenty five
Why she improves with age the reason may be
That she always seems happy and of any cares free
A beautiful woman unshackled by conceit or guile
Brown wavy shoulder length hair, brown eyes and a wonderful smile.
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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