Photo from Tweetspeak Poetry
Too Old to Hula
No poems of pink
Hula Hoops
Smiling faces
Turn to frown droops
Life drags
And the body sags
Joy stolen—an age grab
Color turns drab
From fun to “fab”
Too old to Hula
Inner child needs a Doula
© January 17, 2013,
Robbie Pruitt
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