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A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty
(August 19, 1902 – May 19, 1971 / New York / United States)

A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty

Poem By Ogden Nash

Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.

Miranda in Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
Twenty-nine she was last night;
This morning she is thirty.

Shining like the morning star,
Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda is a-pining.

Silly girl, silver girl,
Draw the mirror toward you;
Time who makes the years to whirl
Adorned as he adored you.

Time is timelessness for you;
Calendars for the human;
What's a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?

Oh, Night will not see thirty again,
Yet soft her wing, Miranda;
Pick up your glass and tell me, then--
How old is Spring, Miranda?

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good poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
My my how time changes the thinking.....
big mistake? mirrors only bring heartache
Time...... Tick tick tick it does not wait for you or I, or even the lady Miranda.!
To my gal friend.....superb....