Friday, April 25, 2025

The Senior Mixer

Magaly asks us to consider a time we had to decide between two equally yummy options ~~ and away we go!!!  Extra points if you pick who I chose!


At eighty-three might I turn heads ?

in silvery curls and lipstick reds ?

fox-trotting in my sequin shoes ?

wild enough to choose a muse ?


Listen close, I've got a plight 

two gents there last Friday night

one a poet, speaks in rhyme

waltzed me through dessert and wine

the other? Gads, he's tall and tan

has a Harley, calls me Ma'am!


the poet whispered "seize the day"

the biker roared "let's go, let's play"

I fanned my face, my heart beat fast

who to chose? which die to cast?


each brings thrills in his own way

like chocolate fudge or  Crème Brûlée 

one reads Keats beneath the stars

the other? off to roadside bars!


so I'll not choose, at least not yet

lest we forget, I'm no coquette

i've earned the right to test drive both 

one night a dance with polished flair

a wild ride next, wind in my hair!


cheers to me, still full of glee

flinging sparks at eighty-three

life's a banquet, grab a plate

"HE" made the cut ~ must not be late!!





9 comments:

  1. Ha ha, good for you! I'd like to think you chose a wild ride with the owner of the Harley. After all, you can write your own poems! But I guess it depends on whether you want a fling or something more serious. The poet might be better for the long haul; macho can become boring very soon.

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    1. The Poet also had a beautiful voice ~~~ loved serenading me. An easy choice.

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    2. Ah yes, that would indeed be wonderful.

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  2. Wonderful poem, Helen!
    I liked that it mentions that everything has its own emotions and everyone chooses!!

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  3. You know Helen any more of this behaviour and you are going to find yourself expelled from the boring old ladies morning tea society. You are setting a very poor example. Why in the last few days a number of our geriatric members have turned up sporting leather jackets, jeans with tattoos.

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    1. I don't know who you are ~ but I think I love you!! Rock on Woonie!

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  4. That poem is you, Helen. I admire your spark and outlook on life.
    I choose Motorcycle Man.

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