Women want to be girls
And girls want to be women
Young women want to be foolish
Carefree
Women approaching thirty
Often get the call to fertility duty
Men become secondary
In the line up of priorities
While women fall deeply in love
With their creation
The brand new start
To opening up the oyster of a world.
Career women soar
Rock, solid stable in going for the gold
Late middle age women
Look back in awe
Older women
Enter wisdom
Wanting to return in time
To perky breasts
And silky smooth,
Wrinkle-free faces
If only females had these smarts
And unabashed truth
In those younger years.
Maybe we can have it all
Just at segmented stages
Ripened at different times
Along the learning tree
Women let their white hair soar
Like a flag of final duty
Set free to the wind
Making way for yet a new path
Grandmothers bragging
And little girls doting in their nana’s eyes
Ready to suck up that life of tell alls
And learn to flirt in the very first year.
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