It was in nineteenfiftyfive,
For twelve long years I'd been alive.
I see as well the CAVEAT,
have donned my wise poetic hat
and all be told, from shore to shore,
a woman glows at forty-four.
And pretty Gina, sixty one
is still a tease and lots of fun.
She read my English poem 'She',
and cocked her dimples: 'Oh, I see'.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-on-gina/
