In seven years, I'll be 61
Hopefully I'll be having fun.
Still writing words that people read
Maybe making jewelry with beads.
Taking photos will still be fun
My hubby will remain my only one.
Maybe I'll travel, maybe I won't
I can't be defined by "did" or "don't."
Who knows what will happen in seven years,
but I hope it's more laughter and fewer tears.
Linking up with the April challenge from Kwizgiver. April 14 done!
Great poem!
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