Bevy of girls on a fast food chain
Sixty years old as per their mane
Some are plump and there’s one in cane
I smile as I see they are still vain
They are hot grandmas with some high heels
Their bags and their purses and expensive wheels
From the looks of it they made it this far
All successful and happy with each passing hour
I can’t help but wonder what about me
Would I be as contented would I be in glee
Would I still laugh out loud loud and free
What would happen to me if I reach sixty
I will do crazy things I will savor each moment
Surprises and trials I will find what they meant
I will welcome changes I’ll have an open mind
What will make me sad I will leave behind
Bevy of girls on a fast food chain
Sixty years old as per their mane
But this I tell you in the coming years
I will be with my own bevy of girls
naida supnet
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