Here is an interesting poem by Rukeyser. Enjoy.
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RONDEL
Now that I am fifty-six
Come and celebrate with me –
What happens to song and sex
Now that I am fifty-six?
They dance, but differently,
Death and distance in the mix;
Now that I am fifty-six
Come and celebrate with me.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/16/2006 09:33AM by Veronika.
I hope to remember to rebump this in August this year when it will be appropriate for me.
56?
Spring Chicken.
Yippee - that makes me an elderly egg (probably addled).