Bevy of girls on a fast food chain
Sixty years old as per their mane
Some are plump and there’s one in cane
I smile as I see they are still vain
They are hot grandmas with some high heels
Their bags and their purses and expensive wheels
From the looks of it they made it this far
All successful and happy with each passing hour
I can’t help but wonder what about me
Would I be as contented would I be in glee
Would I still laugh out loud loud and free
What would happen to me if I reach sixty
I will do crazy things I will savor each moment
Surprises and trials I will find what they meant
I will welcome changes I’ll have an open mind
What will make me sad I will leave behind
Bevy of girls on a fast food chain
Sixty years old as per their mane
But this I tell you in the coming years
I will be with my own bevy of girls
Your poem 'Bevy Of Girls' is a pleasure to read. Happy and contented women, young or old alike, are like happy flowers that dance and sway with breeze, hum with the bees and babble like a brook. Thanks for the notes
Attractive title and super poem on fashionable grannys. Pls do review my latest poem too
Bubbling with energy and the joy of living, so beautifully expressed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can’t help but wonder what about me Would I be as contented would I be in glee Would I still laugh out loud loud and free What would happen to me if I reach sixty Futuristic thoughts.... . very interesting and sometimes funny lines which made me smile thank you. tony