With Grace
Growing old with grace is what I'm bound to do with silver streaks and dimples too.Ugly duckling one use to be too tall, too skinny and flat as a board.
Until one day I hit the runways pure modle marterial they all say.
Then he said quick change into me that's the way it has to be.
Standing 5'11 no longer a size five, Now I got the curves with the double digits, wife, mother and lover many still ask are you the mother!
Remaining humble is a must for I never forgot the pains of yesterday when I was too tall, too skinny, and flat as a board.
Never catching me in orthopetic shoes, Growing old with grace is what I'm bound to do with silver streaks and dimples too.
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