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
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