Mirror Sestet

 SILLINESS

Alas, my friends, I’m not that lass,

That lass that stole poor hearts…alas.

No more.  I’m nothing like before.

Before I knew it all.  No more.

Now I’m as happy as a cow,

A cow in gorgeous pastures. Now

My wits are gone, but I don’t cry,

Cry out not, “Help! Old age! Oh my!”

Instead I hum and bob my head,

Head toward the silliness instead.

I say, “My youthful wisdom, bye.                             

Bye, silly. Forties – sweet!” say I.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur

Written for Poetic Bloomings 

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