Why are we attempting to start over,
When life is slowing down and wrapping up?
Can I find comfort resting in clover,
Why do I still desire a wine filled cup?
I am my own knight in shining steel dress
But there’s just room for one on this white horse
I’ll never be a damsel in distress
And you will always wander off the course
It’s time to live the play as it was wrote
And widowed, wander off to see the world
And make the written word my wand’ring boat
Accept my age and leave my hair uncurled
Hope you find your Xanadu of riches
And no more women who act like bitches