Revision 2
Being a woman of middle years,
I do not bend quickly
in the breeze.
I carry myself with discretion, borne
of my
existing years.Being a woman of middle years
has taught me much;
The value of a smile,
to love my children,
to smile with my grandchildren.
and revel in
their love,
sigh at their distress,
their tears are my tears.
Being a woman of middle years,
I have learned to love
protectively, to hate selectively,
To fight for what is right,
to hesitate, when I am not sure.
I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.
Being a woman of middle years,
I have mellowed to sweetness,
that which was once bitter,
I now love passionately,
with what was once timid,
and
I've become a woman willing
to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul
filled with hope.
Being a woman of middle years,
I value today,
for tomorrow might not come.
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Original Version
Being a woman of middle years,
I do not bend quickly with the breeze.
I carry myself with discretion, borne
of the years of my existence.
Being a woman of middle years
has taught me much;
The value of a smile,
to love my children,
to smile with my grandchildren.
I revel in their love,
sigh at their distress,
their tears are my tears.
Being a woman of middle years,
I have learned to love fiercely,
to hate selectively,
To fight for what is right,
to hesitate, when I am not sure.
I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.
Being a woman of middle years,
I have mellowed to sweetness,
that which was once bitter,
now love passionately,
with what was once timid,
and I've become a woman willing
to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul
filled with hope.
Being a woman of middle years,
I value today,
for tomorrow might not come.[center][/center
Revision 1
Being a woman of middle years,
I do not bend quickly with the breeze.
I carry myself with discretion, borne
of the years of my existence.
Being a woman of middle years
has taught me much;
The value of a smile,
to love my children,
to smile with my grandchildren.
I revel in their love,
sigh at their distress,
their tears are my tears.
Being a woman of middle years,
I have learned to love fiercely,
to hate selectively,
To fight for what is right,
to hesitate, when I am not sure.
I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.
Being a woman of middle years,
I have mellowed to sweetness,
that which was once bitter,
I now love passionately,
with what was once timid,
and I've become a woman willing
to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul
filled with hope.
Being a woman of middle years,
I value today,
for tomorrow might not come.[center]
Original Version
Being a woman of middle years,
I do not bend quickly with the breeze.
I carry myself with discretion, borne
of the years of my existence.
Being a woman of middle years
has taught me much;
The value of a smile,
to love my children,
to smile with my grandchildren.
I revel in their love,
sigh at their distress,
their tears are my tears.
Being a woman of middle years,
I have learned to love fiercely,
to hate selectively,
To fight for what is right,
to hesitate, when I am not sure.
I have found that truth can balance
precariously on tightropes stretched
over chasms of right and wrong.
Being a woman of middle years,
I have mellowed to sweetness,
that which was once bitter,
now love passionately,
with what was once timid,
and I've become a woman willing
to gamble on tomorrow, with a soul
filled with hope.
Being a woman of middle years,
I value today,
for tomorrow might not come.[center][/center]