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that occurred to me today

I was sitting at an intersection
in the old womanmobile
on my way to the grocery store
and it’s a 5 way intersection
so I’m gonna be there for a while

just as my light turns green
along comes this gaggle of young women
early to middle twenties
nubile
taut
graceful
perky
just enough curves to be interesting
all laughing and full of youth and vigor

and of course…just as I start to pull out
they step out to walk across the intersection
in front of me in the oldwomanmobile

so I tap the horn
and they look at me
startled
deers in the headlights

but once they focus on me
and realize I’m a woman
they smile
secret knowing smiles of youths

and as they get to the other curb
and I get to cross the intersection
I too smile
cos I know

I know that in their youth
they believe
that they will never become me

and I in my age
know
that once upon a time
I was them…
young
nubile
taut
graceful
perky
just enough curves to be interesting
all laughing and full of youth and vigor

I too once had waist long hair
a 26 inch waist
long lithe legs
and a tight ass

but time takes care of that….
and it occurs to me
that there’s no stopping it…

but it’s ok
because…
I have become
me

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair

You live in a fancy apartment
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak, yes I do…

But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do…

I’ve seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
When the snow falls you’re found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet

But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
(Won’t you) Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

You’re in-between twenty an thirty –
A very desirable age
Your body’s firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering state

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ahaha

They say that when you get married
It’ll be to a millionaire
But they don’t realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, they give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
`Cause I can look inside your head