Things Change


    When I was young I would surely sneer

    At a guy who’d remark on the shape of my rear

    When the boys gave me an admiring whistle

    I’d stare them down. It made me bristle

    In days gone by I would surely resent

    What I now construe as a compliment

    If my response to your wink

    Seems uncharitably hateful

    Secretly, my dear,

    I’m infinitely grateful!

    Geraldine Forer Spagnoli