http://katherinescorner.comAt ten I dreamedperhaps I'd bea teen, and double figures not enoughto comfort me.
At twenty, nowI'd learned somehowthose teen years really couldn't be all they're
cracked up to be.
At thirty, married,kids and harried,chasing through the years and tears that truckedand parried me...
At forty lifebegins, they saidso leave behind the
things, and overheadthe airplane bins
fall open. Fifty,scared and thrifty.Coming soon, retirement, nifty dreamI thought, but how?
And sixty's d...
Published on June 14, 2016 02:00