Jul 2015
I politely say,
"No thanks."
I've grown tired of endless angst,
trapped as I am in these
"golden years."
Cowboy up, my dears.
Really, love,
It's not so bad...
Just thank God
you're not your Dad.
"No thanks."
I've grown tired of endless angst,
trapped as I am in these
"golden years."
Cowboy up, my dears.
Really, love,
It's not so bad...
Just thank God
you're not your Dad.
Hang in there.... It gets better!
