I think its like a book,
No age adorns a book,
.Some people read like a book,
Women,young they puzzle me,
I always loved older women because they were our history,
So much more interesting then my age females,
At nearing sixty-four my goals not the same as the dateless woman who thought where are the lesbians,
What I want is to live in Sawyer county ,Wisconsin and farm fish,
Be apart of my community,
Thought I found a site to work with the young yesterday,
However I was told they only worked with 13-21,no wonder its hard for them to find volunteers,
Work with young Lesbians,
Work with elder lesbians alone like,
Make my last years count,
Be an asset ,
Life should matter,
Its hard enough,
Three weeks of the month I can’t afford the pads I put on my ankles,
Back to using TP that dries out my tissue and I bleed,
Tonight a young woman of thirty four spoke to me,
Her life is ahead of her,
People really don’t comprehend poverty,
Books are easier,
Two covers concealing thought,
The reader takes a trip when viewing the authors thoughts,
Authors pain and thoughts bide you,
Or not,
People can bind you ad well,
People need to view us,
Warts and all,
Yes I mean lesbian people and of course book lovers,
Val's Whitewolf Books 