Sunday, February 3, 2008

Wistful Thinking





Sometime, I think, there's got to be

A night that glitters just for me:

A gorgeous, swishing, low-cut gown

For wining, dining on the town.

Exotic perfume on my breast,

A fancy hair-style, all the rest...

With all that's shining in the skies

Reflected in my dazzled eyes.

Before I grow too old to wear

The dress...

The perfume...

Fancy hair...


2 comments:

MoMo said...

Do it, any day, just for yourself!

Tink said...

Lovely poem. Lovely layout.