Unbearable aplenty,
Uncovert and pristine:
I'm half away from seventy,
A way past seventeen.

A little bit of trendy,
A worth of high esteem ;)
My half-away from seventy
A way past seventeen.

Oh, thirty four is umpteen,
I'm lately born as dad:
Still blushing like a seventeen,
Or pale like I am dead.

Ten decades is no threshold,
And further through end of..
Preparing for scaffold,
And ever full of love...

27-05-2008 14:40