Women Turning Thirty

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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When a single woman becomes thirty She becomes very impatient and flirty, Her childbearing years are now in high swing Now she is desperately looking for a wedding ring, She will begin frequenting nightclubs and bars Just to find a man who wants to share, 'what is ours, ” She does not really want to return to an empty home And of course she does not want to ever grow old alone, To any man, one thing that she will never confess Is that now she is impatiently wanting to wear a maternity dress, She knows that she is in her latter childbearing years Having no children of their own, is a woman's worse fears; First she wanted a job, then a life and then came a career Now she feels not complete, now she wants her own child to rear, And of course there's her mother with her parental nitpicking 'Her maternity clock, ” as her mother explains, 'it is quickly ticking, ” Her mother informs her as though gasping at her last straw Like all other mothers, she too wants to be a grandma Now the daughter doesn't want to be known as the lady with cats She would rather be known as the woman with brats, Now she is at that age where it's a must do now or never But, to find herself a husband and father she must be very clever, When women are in their latter childbearing age They all begin to feel the pressure of their own maternal gauge. Randy L. McClave

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