LOOKING AT FORTY, Written by my Grandma Emma
I looked in the mirror to see what I'd see
A face just as smiley looked back at me
Brown eyes that sparkled
And were just as bright-
No horrid transformation
Had taken place overnight
I turned a cartwheel - just to be sure
I was not much more crippled
Than the day before
Yes, today I'm forty
But I'm still me
And hope I'm smiling
Should I find myself facing
An hundred and three.
Written by:
(MY GRANDMOTHER) Emma Ebanks
A face just as smiley looked back at me
Brown eyes that sparkled
And were just as bright-
No horrid transformation
Had taken place overnight
I turned a cartwheel - just to be sure
I was not much more crippled
Than the day before
Yes, today I'm forty
But I'm still me
And hope I'm smiling
Should I find myself facing
An hundred and three.
Written by:
(MY GRANDMOTHER) Emma Ebanks
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