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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Years Ago The Young Rose

With eyes blue as ripened sloes and wavy shoulder length hair of chestnut brown
Years ago the young Rose of the old mountain town
A widowed grandmother in light brown hair dye she cloaks her gray
And clearly she has known a far better day
With anti aging creams she hides the wrinkles of time's decay
Growing old in inner suburbia from her first home far away
But despite creams and hair dyes age on faces and bodies does show
That time does rust iron everyone does know
In her mid seventies her best years long gone
But the will it is in her to keep on keeping on
Her beautiful dresses of her prime years her body has outgrown
In inner suburbia growing old on her own
She once was the young Rose of the old mountain town
With shoulder length wavy hair of chestnut brown.
Francis Duggan
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