Blonde and Twenty-Three
When I was blonde and twenty-three
The world held open doors for me
The streets would speak, they were my friend
I thought that love would never end
Scarlet lips on sunset kisses
Promised all that passion wishes
Mirror friendly faces glowed
I sought the life I thought was owed
When I was wise and forty two
There were so many things to do
No time for flowers in the park
A pawn on board to make his mark
Future still an open dream
Rising fast to taste the cream
When did clocks leave me behind
Forcing a new path to find
Now, it seems I can’t be seen
A wrinkled package casts no sheen
I miss the days of fancy free
When I was blonde and twenty-three
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