When I was a babe I wanted a milk maid
As a child I played and dreamed of a mermaid
In youth I prayed wishing for a young maid
Without the maid love was hand made
Grown and married work to evade, I paid for a maid
Now old, back swayed, I just want my bed made
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 13th, 2025 03:18
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Hahaha, we are up at the same time Soren!
Not sure what time it is where you are but for me i got up at 5:00
Never mind I got up at 3am
great poem of desires and wisdom with age!
Thanks so much Demar for the read and the kind words of encouragement they are appreciated
Life’s journey told in maids and dreams so true—
from milk to love to rest, each phase shines through.
Thank you Mottakeenur for your review and kind words of support the mean a great deal to me.
This was clever and fun.Made me smile.Wonderful word play on maid and made.Excellent
Nice one Soren
Nice and Witty
Enjoyed the play on the word made/maid. Nice poem that encompasses the full span of life- fantastic
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