Oh, Glorious Day! I have arrived
and put my old wings in the attic again...

She stands before her mirror
A woman well past her prime...

Silver bells and cockle shells,
overdue bills in a row...

Cranky poets make me smile
So many excuses for lack of style...

She still lives on the old place,
in the same house all four of the children were...

Many more years of a life
Sacrificed on the altar of errant choices...

Where does one find this elusive beast?
Endangered Species List perhaps...

Not to contact you again was your request.
One that I have honored these many years...

As there he vanished to the night
A zephyr wafting through the mind...

Downy-soft days of my youth
are scattered behind me...

Would that this road
had been a bit smoother...

What is this? Surely you jest!
A gigantic oxymoron contest...