Creative Writing, Poetry



New To Me – Numerology

Old or new
I never know

A dress doesn’t make the woman
the woman makes the dress.

A woman’s make-up is just a mask
Remove, the wall falls down.

She a diamond sparkles
never ever looking rough.

Young at heart, don’t act my age
Very soon, I’ll be on the obituary page

Age doesn’t matter
surely look’s define.

Looking for me little bee
Come, let’s fly – be with me

Eyes tell all without a word
a smile defines love within.

A woman’s dress size never right
A woman’s weight, reads just right
damn them scales always faulty

Never such a thing, of a sure bet
the odds are stacked by chance.

Where have all the gentleman gone
to the grave yard ever one

Don’t do anything in the daytime
that keeps you awake at night

The important thing is
keep your mojo moist



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