With heady scent of a ripening bod br When hard she learns loud giggling to hide, br A girl seems to shed raw romance of bud, br And begins to dream being a young bride. br She has by now as oft laughed as has cried, br But her tears soon begin to get dried, br Thirties, she learns to levitate, and ride br On air; soon as she puts premium to pride. br Forties, she gets into a galloping stride, br Well atop is her professional pride, br But by fifties, life is bereft of cause, br When comes a robber robed as menopause. br br But by sixties, a bona fide’ guide, br She’s good friend and philosopher beside! br br -Sonnets | 10.08.