A Woman In Her Sixties - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
My name is Woo Man
A rare name of the bygone Native.
My caretaker, sixfooter a liar
And a former reputed Boxer
Who's in the Seventieth milepost
Eloped with a teenager
Like his daughter
In her racing car.
I would like to dance in the Hurricane
And show him that I am not an Icing cake
Really capable to fight still in the Ring
And bring the champion trophy home.
*[The monk Ananda a senior disciple of Buddha once inquired on their way to a certain place when they met a beautiful Woman, 'Sir, What do you think of a Woman? ' 'Great and precious Ananda but an obstacle for our Monastic journey, I smiled with her when we passed that's all but she accompanies with Ananda I think.' The Buddha said. Then he blushed.]
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