My beloved Spider!

She weaves a strong Cobweb;
And I asked why darling
I am getting Sixty very soon?
Sixties are the naughtiest
And she cries in Beatitude!

*You're the same today that you'll be five years from now except two things; the people you meet and the books you read.
-Mac McMillan

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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