why’s a woman getting older a woman old?
why’s a woman getting bolder a woman old?
why’s a woman getting wiser a danger?
yes, she’s twigging-up like winter paths, yes she’s
hacking her way through this, making new pathways in a familiar jungle
yet
she’ll keep her loving heart moist and beating, hold it softly in her loving hands to contain the love of a lifetime of loving
love is the only baggage she holds