When She's 87 Poem by Bull Hawking
When She's 87
When she's.87 don't write her a poem
Or prose either
Just show her your heart
Mow the lawn
Blow off the driveway
Rake part of the yard
Remember she likes
Things perfect while
You are working
Keep repeating
She wants it perfect
Then later your
Aunt says.....you know
Why she wants it perfect?
No why?
She wants to see your heart
But....but....it's not perfect...I say
She knows that.
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