To Gwen
TO GWEN
Now that I’ve read your Birthday poem,
It has a ring of truth
I’m not the slim towheaded boy
I once was in my youth.
Some people age like fine old wine.
But I would be amiss
If I tried to tell you
It happened to you sis
Your girlish figure flew the coop
Several years ago
A worn out look, is now in eyes
That once set hearts aglow
I know you still try to dance
Though you can hardly go
You’re still promenading
When they holler doe-si-do
There was a time awhile back
You’re mini skirt looked great,
But now your curves have only lumps
Since you have put on weight
The crow’s feet around your eyes,
The wrinkles left by time
Only goes to show the world,
You’re way beyond your prime.
Back when you drew a whistle
You know you passed the test
Now the men just whisper
'LOOK AT QUICKSAND CHEST’
I didn’t write this little rhyme
To make you sad or blue
I’m just hoping for some compliments
When I reach forty two.
(1983)
A poem written for my sister after she sent me a poem for my birthday.
