It's strange how our perspectives,
Do change, as time does pass,
Espec'lly when it comes to age,
Whene'er it does amass.
Recall a distant memory,
When very young was I,
Was not 'llowed to forget it,
Reminded, by and by.
Was with mum, in our village,
Where church friends, we did meet,
A compliment was given,
I jumped in, with both feet.
"You're looking great today Mrs. Ross"
To mum, one friend, said free,
"Don't feel it" mum said, adding on,
"For an old girl like me"
"YOU'RE not old" she did respond,
MY r'sponse, made her forlorn,
"My mummy IS old", I replied,
"She was 40, when I was born"
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