by Unknown
May 2014 555 Views 3 comments
First flush of a different kind
She dons the leather from afore
With knowledge she is young no more
The sweats once worn around the place
Are now the beads displayed on face
Awareness peaked in a first love rush
Has been replaced by a mid-age flush
Still the same inside her head
Struggles to explain the red
One minute in complete control
One hot flush she starts to fold
Could someone tell the world the cause?
It's just the f**king menopause
With knowledge she is young no more
The sweats once worn around the place
Are now the beads displayed on face
Awareness peaked in a first love rush
Has been replaced by a mid-age flush
Still the same inside her head
Struggles to explain the red
One minute in complete control
One hot flush she starts to fold
Could someone tell the world the cause?
It's just the f**king menopause
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Posted: May 2014
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Comments (3)
Check my poem Getting Older.
I see the irony.
God...I'm lucky!!
after reading your poem i paused to bow my head in a moment of silence