Middle age is calling me,
But I just cannot go.
I have too much of childhood left,
So much that I don't know.
But I just cannot go.
I have too much of childhood left,
So much that I don't know.
Why, I still love to color
And to play with paper dolls.
I still delight in bubble pipes
And bouncing rubber balls.
And to play with paper dolls.
I still delight in bubble pipes
And bouncing rubber balls.
Ah, middle age is calling me,
But I just cannot go.
I still feel like a coed,
Full of life from head to toe.
But I just cannot go.
I still feel like a coed,
Full of life from head to toe.
Yes, middle age is calling me,
But my decision's made.
I'm just too young at heart to go.
Middle age'll have to wait!
But my decision's made.
I'm just too young at heart to go.
Middle age'll have to wait!
© 2012 Sandra Conner
like very much, Sandra thank you for share..:)
ReplyDeleteThanks. Gerry. I really liked this one too. Thanks for taking the time to comment on here.
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