Age. Numbers. Only as young as you feel. I would have shrugged it off a couple of years ago as another "ism"... but today - just a few days past turning 52... I can't seem to shrug it off. There is a perpetual "crease" in my face that is unescapable. Every time I look in the mirror, there it is. No, I'm no longer the "young chippee" on the block. In fact, I crossed that bridge quite a long time ago. And I'm ok with that. But why does time have to be so Cruel? She is, you know. She is cruel - and seemingly, especially, to womyn. *sighs* *shakes head* I never considered a lift of any kind... until this morning....
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I am The Hawk
And there's Blood on my Feathers
But Time is still Turning
They Soon will be Dry!
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