My oldie, My goldie!

                            

Not minding she many years elder

Her appeal to me was instant, louder

For what she is, intelligent and witty topper

Qualified , worked achived and perched high on a citadel

She is my oldie, my goldie!

She is still gorgeous appealing to me

Like any other younger gal in prime

Radiant, bubbly, energetic as a flame

She appeals to intellect, appeals to senses as a dame

Her love comes with maturity, wisdom to chime

A golden gal, golden angel, golden tale

Not to be seen just as folds of flesh roll

To be seen as folds of wisdom atoll

Times with her are heavenly stroll

Times to cherish, to store into the soul

She is my muse,  golden rose, golden goose

A bounty to boot , plenty to dote in a daze

Stream to booze, dream to snooze, cue to use

She came as a breeze , flows to soothe and seize

She is my oldie, my goldie!

-Mohan Sanjeevan